A Big Step

After a few days of taking the steroids…the pain didn’t go away.  My doctor had told me if the pain didn’t stop, he would give me a cortisone shot.  I did not want that.  I didn’t want patches for the pain, I wanted the cause to be found and to have whatever this was to stop.  I was beyond thinking it was “Tennis Elbow”, the pain in my should blade was still ignored.

The words of my cousin recommending a chiropractor back in January kept ringing in my head.  What could it hurt?  Maybe I should do it.  There were SO many offices – where do I start?  I started to whip myself into a needless, pain filled frenzy.

I was walking downtown one afternoon and I found myself heading toward an office I had passed numerous times before.  I took a deep breath and went in.

The office was dimly lit and calming.  The receptionist, Stephanie, immediately said hello with a warm smile.   I relaxed, I felt safe here.  I told her what I was feeling and the pain that I could not control.   She told me I could get in next week with a Dr. Dia.  I took the leap, I made the appointment.

She handed me the appointment card and told me my intake forms will be in my email by the time I got home.   For the first time in weeks, I felt optimistic.


First Doctor, Second Time Around

*note to readers – this is a continuous blog, please read the earlier 3 posts. I also have a blog for when random thoughts hit me https://lisarandommusings.wordpress.com *

I felt pretty good for nearly two months.  There was still some pain behind my shoulder blade, but I pushed it off.
Then it started happening.  The pulling feeling in my triceps.
Then the numbness in my elbow.
Then the painful cramping in my forearm
Then the tingling in my fingers, fading into numbness.
Pouring down my arm like molasses.

I called my doctor immediately and made an appointment. I NEEDED to get ahead this, the constant unrelenting pain was unbearable.  “All I need is another steroid pack, ” I thought to myself.  I was looking forward to the pack too much, I almost felt like a junkie.

The appointment came and I was reprimanded by my doctor.  I NEEDED to wear the brace ALL the time.  Another steroid pack was prescribed and I went on my merry way.

Relief was around the corner. Or so I thought.

First Doctor

When I got home from Los Angeles, I made an appointment with my doctor immediately.   They got me in that day and my doctor told me it sounded like tennis elbow.  It made sense because my mother would have bouts with it on occasion.  I got a prescription for 4 mgs. of  Methylprednisolone and a brace for my forearm. 

After two days on my steroid pack – the pain went away.   I thought this issue was resolved.

I was wrong. 

92PS_Methylprednisolone4mgTablets21ctphoto credit:  Cadista Pharmaceuticals, Inc.

January 2015: It Begins

It all started with a Big Bang.   The Big Bang Theory television show, that is.  That previous August, I met up up with a group of strangers – known only to me via fansites and user names – to see a taping of the very show that brought us together.   The trip was magical (seriously, that is the only way to describe it) and we agreed to do it again.  It was on this second trip to California when it all begin.

I was out to dinner with a cousin and his girlfriend, enjoying a table full of sushi when the pain started.  The muscle under my left shoulder blade felt like it was pierced with a hot nail and my left arm was getting sore, a cramping pain.  My cousin noticed my shift in mood immediately.  I brushed it off, thinking it was a bad sleeping position or the flight.  My cousin told me to see a chiropractor when I got home.  A chiropractor?  I nodded to him and laughed in my head.  How the hell would a back cracker help me with a simple muscle pull in my arm?  I thought he was totally daft.   That night, back in my hotel room, I loaded up on Advil.  I didn’t sleep – the pain was not going away.

The next day I went to CVS and bought several boxes of pain patches, arm braces and even a sling.  The pain in my arm with close to unbearble at this point.  The taping was the next day.  I HAD to hold it together through that night and then get home after that.   I cut the patches into strips and strategically taped parts of my arm.  That, coupled with the brace, the sling and handfuls of Advil – I could manage.    I got through the day, the taping and the flight home without crying.  Mission accomplished!


Before the pain began at the studio tour



In January I experienced a physical pain that I have not experienced before.  A stabbing pain in my shoulder blade that radiated through my shoulder, through my tricep, through my elbow, pulsating through my forarm all the way to the tips of two of my fingers.

From January to present, I went on a bit of a journey.  This journey was both physical and mental; alone and with doctors.  It has highs and frustrating lows. It has love and unlikely friendships. I learned more about myself and the nature of people than I have in a long time.

I hate when people talk of “journeys” I hate myself for calling this one.  When I think of a better term.  I will post it.