One of those ugly days!
I’ll write about this properly tomorrow, as in truth l am in too much pain to write properly tonight.
Prior to the 27th March and the so called marvelous Injective surgery, l saw my scan from the MRI [the last MRI] l had done and the surgeon told me l had a collapsed acromion, a pinched nerve with C4 in dire straights and upper tendonitis. He advised me in front of Suze that this injective surgery was the way to go “We have to try all alternnatives first before keyhole ” he said.
Come the 27th, l then endured three bloody nasty 4″ needles injected into the worst areas of my shoulder injury including into the shoulder bone. “Immense pain for ten days, then you will feel relief and then physiotherapy if it has worked, if not keyhole” Those were his words.
To say l was looking forward to today would be a lie, but l was because instead of experiencing any quality of relief l have been in agony suggesting that the so called proceedure failed to work.
This afternoon, Suze and l sat across from the surgeon “How are you feeling he asked?” “I am in more pain now than l was, l have very little use and function in my right arm, my neck and spine are killing me and l have more pain in my upper arm than before those needles!” I answered.
“Well looking at the scan there is nothing wrong, so what l am going to do is suggest hydrotherapy and refer you to the Pain Management team, however in order for me to do that, l have to discharge you from my care.”
“And if that doesn’t work are you saying Rory will have to start again from scratch with this whole proceedure?” Suze asked.
“Yes, l am afraid so.”
Folks l was too shocked to bring up all my pre-determined questions, all l had floating around in my head was “Hang on one fucking minute, what do you meam nothing is fucking wrong? If there is nothing wrong, why did we spend £1000 on this so called alternative fix, if there is nothing wrong? What bloody scan are you looking at? Because the last scan l had done was the one we all looked at prior to us paying YOU £1000 for this surgery when everything was bloody wrong?!”
But l didn’t say that because l was in absolute agony from the car journey – you see l can no longer travel in the car because the motion and movement tears my arm to shreds. Now l have to start demanding answers, from tomorrow l want what he said in black and fucking white, because if there is nothing wrong, then why the bloody good hell am l in agony?? I will now demand my medical file and go for a second opinion. This whole situation has been a sodding shambles from the first day, and the only ones seriously suffering is me!
I am so not in a good mood tonight, but l am in too much pain to do anything further.