Yes, I know I have titled several of my posts like that. It’s my blog, tough crap. 🙂
Some of you know, but for those who don’t, I was in a car wreck in May of 2007 in which I was hit by an inconsiderate a-hole and some how, after rolling my car three times, I managed to get out of the car and start screaming bloody murder at him. Glass in my hair, my crap strewn all over Route 22 in Bridgewater, yea, I was pretty steamed.
Fast forward to this afternoon where I RE-cursed the a-hole’s name as I got my cortisone shot for the 5th time in my left elbow. Some days it’s just a dull ache. Other days, you breathe on it and it’s excruciating. I got one back in August but went to Kendo camp the next day with my son for 6 days, so needless to say, I didn’t give it enough time to kick in or to do it’s work. We’ve got no class for the next two weeks, so I figured now was the time to do it. I talked to my doctor and he recommended one more and if it didn’t work, he said we could try another procedure called PRP – “The method, which is strikingly straightforward and easy to perform, centers on injecting portions of a patient’s blood directly into the injured area, which catalyzes the body’s instincts to repair muscle, bone and other tissue. Most enticing, many doctors said, is that the technique appears to help regenerate ligament and tendon fibers, which could shorten rehabilitation time and possibly obviate surgery.”
I’m not going to go to the dictionary, but I think obviate means I wouldn’t have to have it, which is just freakin fine with me. Going to see what happens with this round of cortisone, then possibly do the PRP, and then if needed, surgery, but he wants to wait a total of 18 months of which 12 is now past.