Of MRIs and Ativan
February approaches but so do Kieran Kane and Rayna Gellert
We got a call yesterday afternoon with the MRI results. The pain in Ernie’s shoulder (which has been intense at times) is NOT caused by cancer. Ok, then. Not that we really thought it was, but it of course was a relief. Unfortunately it shows that he has a small tear in his rotator cuff. Which kinda makes sense given the extreme pain.
The poor man has had rotator cuff surgery twice already. Remember when the PA told me I was being pushy because I wanted Ernie to have an MRI rather than wait and see? He’d already had a torn rotator cuff and we both thought the odds of it being another one were pretty good. So the guy did ‘give’ us the MRI, and what did it show? That he had a torn rotator cuff. Asshole. Ugh. I’ve complained to Carle a few times over the years, well maybe more than a few, but that was one of the most infuriating.
Hopefully we will not see said asshole when we go for Ernie’s appointment with orthopedics in late February. I do hope this won’t require surgery again. His pain is a bit better but it’s hard for him to lift his arm much. Sigh. We shall see.
What I DO know is no more two Ativans for the MRI anymore. On top of his other pain medication he was out of it all day. He won’t give in and just sleep though. If he woke up he would insist that he wanted to watch tv. I would ‘lovingly’ turn the damn tv on and he would be out in a flash. Lots of amusing comments that I will not share out of kindness. He’s had Ativan with MRIs in the past but maybe not with his current pain medication. Heh. I love him drugged. I love him not drugged. I’ll take him any which way. I finally convinced him to go to bed around 8:30 and he valiantly tried to read the newspaper for mmmmm maybe 10 seconds.
I must say the fog was divine last night. I admired it from my bedroom window as I attempted to sleep. One of us couldn’t stay awake. One of us couldn’t sleep.
This morning I mourned the last of my gluten free bread. Good God it is good. Toasted with a bit of egg. Sniff, sniff.
I’m digging through paperwork and trying to ignore the Christmas tree to my right which I should be taking down. February is looming and with it the anniversaries of my sister Judi’s death, as well as my mother’s. However we’ll be starting February with the glow of Kieran Kane and Rayna Gellert’s music so I think I’ll be ok.
side note: Saturday’s show is sold out but if you can’t make it do let the promoter know as I have a dear friend on the waiting list!
Onward.
Love,
Cynthia
