My old rheumatologist and I do mean OLD) messed up my hip by manipulating it into directions it had no business going to (and I did tell him not to). He was apparently checking range of motion. Um, yeah. NO. So that day, and since then, I can barely move. I've hopped myself up on tramadol, ibuprofen 800s, and naproxen. I tried Tiger Balm. I tried hot baths. EVERYTHING I could. Nothing has worked. I was *this* close to having Tim take me to the ER so I could get a pain shot.
Doc put me on two new meds and I had a few x-rays. (I have them on CD. NEAT!) I can definitely tell when I need a new pain patch. Next I get to see a new rheumatologist, an orthopedist, and a pain management specialist. Whee.
But of course, this series of events comes on the cusp of Tim and my one-year anniversary. *sigh* I had high hopes for what we'd do this weekend. (Oh you sickos!! Not that! Well, ok...that. And going to see a movie or something, too.) Oh well, he understands, and we're still having fun just being together on a daily basis. Life is good. Really good. :D
