First off, we can dispense with the shaking and squeezing.
I am a broken Ness once again/still.
Walked to the Dr. in the sleet yesterday for a followup appointment and roll call of the ailments. He has determined that I have lost 75% movement in my right shoulder/arm and I now have what's called "frozen shoulder". He's put me in physical therapy for 12 sessions(IF the insurance will allow it) and if that doesn't do the trick he said the M word...(MRI). I said, "No, no, never, never, nah, nah, nah!" (At least without IV Versed and a waaaaay stiff drink(yeah, I know you can't mix the two but it was a thought...)
So I gotta call United Health and see if I can throw myself on the mercy of their insurance coverage and they will cover PT. Perhaps if I present it in the "right way", like, "PT -might- be cheaper than exploratory shoulder surgery, rehab and the rest of the ball of wax." they might think PT will be the bee's knees. Perhaps.
The blood pressure rolled in at 128/78 which we'll take because it has been mucho higher before. The hemoglobin A1c(that shows the average of my blood sugar for the last 3 months) was down .2 of a point which is phenomenal! The good cholesterol rose, which is a great thing, but the bad cholesterol also caught the wave and rose 20 points which is a Mickey Mouse No-No. He's taking a wait-and-see-til-we-retest-in-May approach which is a great thing since I own 3/4 of the Walgreens now and didn't want to add another prescription to the mix.
(Shmoopy, stop reading now. Remember your delicate eyes, my son.)
And the 'roids?
Just what can we say?
At least that won't make Shmoopy curl since I KNOW he will NOT stop reading like I told him to...(Kids--whatsa matter with these kids today?)
They are alive and well.
And I am not a surgical candidate.
And mainlining Morphine wasn't an option either.
So, says the 'roidless Dr., keep rotating the 3 topical meds, drink the water, eat the fiber and basically don't whine.
Can you say eat sh*t and die, Dr.?
Well, not during Lent anyway...
And no Lyrica for the fibromyalgia because it would interfere with my Prozac and God forbid, let's keep her sane and hurting above all else...and no, there are no other meds approved for fibro besides Lyrica at this time...
Hallelulah, Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!
But there -was- one bright moment...
Seems my insurance never thinks I go to the doctor/hospital/labs enough(ROTFLMAO) and every charge goes to my deductible....my deductible must be as high as the flag on the 4th of July(my apologies, Julie Andrews, it's just that the song worked so well in this spot) I got ready to check out and pay my birthright to the receptionist when she tells me, "Actually, you have a $48 credit and we'll just take your copay out of that so you don't owe us anything today."
So I just suited up for the sleetfest outside and slowly shuffled off before she could change her mind.
This is rich...the Dr. asked me if I was doing anything that could aggravate my shoulder....working...working would do that--typing medical transcriptions at warp speed. Making a quilt---not a chance in Devil Land(it's Lent, I can't toss around that hell word a lot, you know....giggle) He tried to ix-nay the ilting-quay and I convinced him (ha!) that I ONLY moved my wrist and not my shoulder when working on the quilt. He's a man...he bought it lock, stock and barrel. So Quilting World lives!!!
Hoping PT agrees with my theory.
Anyway, off to deal with the Devil Incarnate(aka insurance).
Weather Update: We didn't get as much ice as they predicted although the roads are slicker than snot. However, it went south and they CANCELLED my son's classes today. Get out! SIU doesn't close for anything! Woo Hoo!
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