T-Minus 4 days and counting

So, some of you saw my post last week while I was at the Pain Management Clinic, which is where I have my Fibromyalgia related doctors. Basically, I asked that y’all wish me luck because I was “hoping for the best but expecting the worst”. I figured I should elaborate on that a bit.

Here’s the back story…

Maybe two years ago or so, when Emmett John was just a baby and had a ton of health issues going on, I went for one of my follow-up appointments to Dr. T, my Pain Management doctor. When he was testing to see my my grip and whatnot he touched the outside of both legs at the same time and asked if it felt the same. I told him my left leg felt lighter than my right. He continued with his exam – doing the “push up on my hands with your toes”, “push down on my hands with your toes” etc – and apparently my left leg was slightly lacking there as well. That appointment ended with an order for an EMG, a test that looks for nerve damage, occlusions etc. The EMG never happened because A) we (me, Rob and Dr. T) decided that Emmett John’s health issues were more pressing at the time and B) I was (and still am) absolutely terrified of needles (no matter the size) and I chickened out.

Fast forward to Now…

So, I had my appointment with Dr. T last week and I asked that everyone wish me luck because I suspected I was going to end that appointment similarly to my previous one. And it did. The main difference was the fact that lately I’ve been having episodes where when I sit down my left leg falls asleep to the point where it goes completely numb. That’s a pretty big deal. So my health has now been bumped up on the Food Chain.

So now, the woman who has a panic attack at the mere sight of a needle, literally, is going to have to have a bi-lateral EMG done on Monday morning at 8:45am. To say that I’m terrified, is an understatement. Luckily, the Boys have an insane number of doctor’s appointments themselves this week (and that’s another post, which is coming) so that’s helping to keep my mind off of Monday morning, sort of. Also, the newest member of the Cheerio Clan (and no, before you even think it I’m not pregnant – that’s an impossibility, remember?) is keeping me pretty busy, irritated and suffering with migraines to pick up the slack. I’m still finding time to worry, though. I wouldn’t be Obsessive Compulsive if I weren’t, right? 

So, yeah, T-Minus 4 days and some-odd-hours and counting…not that I’m keeping track or anything.

Incoming search terms:

• to terrified to take emg test