I heard a word used to describe me today that still has me feeling a bit out of sorts.
The word? Arthritis.
I went to the doctor today to officially hear the results of an MRI taken a while ago on my back. It was mostly a "just so we know" thing; I really wasn't expecting the results to say much. Well, OK, if I'm honest, I'll tell you that I was expecting an A+ report card. Why? That's just me. What I got was more like a B.
My doc's assessment was essentially "as expected." So, in his mind, the radiologist's report that included phrases such as moderate degenerative changes and mild posterior disc bulging and no significant stenosis was more or less benign. Dr. G wasn't all that concerned given my history. But in the midst of his explanation he said, "And what that means is that you have some mild arthritis in the L2-L3 area which makes sense."
Maybe to him!
Suddenly, just a few months shy of the Big 4-0, I'm now feeling like I should be signing up for AARP. I'm already on Social Security and Medicare and have a walker in the garage. Why the heck not add arthritis to the list?? Luckily for Rob, back pain prevents me from shimmying into nylons; otherwise support hose would no doubt be looming. Jeepers!
1 comment:
I don't think it gets bad until Poly-grip, Ensure and Depends are in your vocabulary.
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