Got back from my latest MRI in London on Thursday and felt crap. Fair enough, that was to be expected – as excellent as the two radiographers were at trying to get me comfortable, I still had to remain in an unnatural position for the best part of an hour, and we then had to endure the train journey on 30C with no air con working.
I pottered about the house a bit on Friday but didn’t do anything too taxing on the body, and yet, having fallen asleep on the sofa for an hour in the evening, I awoke in so much pain I could barely get up to get to bed. Tried to give myself a break Saturday and Sunday to recover, whilst also being vaguely helpful to Cat with getting the house sorted (felt the right thing to do since we put it on the market on Friday, and we already had a viewing booked for Wednesday). I then took an extra day off today coz I was still feeling pretty crap, and guilty for not helping enough. I had a podiatry appointment first thing, and whilst they had to deal with three dodgy nails today, it was all ok and for the first time in weeks I’ve not ended up with any toes with dressings on. However, now I feel worse than ever. I doubt that having something irritating my eye for the last couple of days is helping my general feeling, but this spinal cord shit is really starting to get to me now. Roll on 14th September when they might be able to tell me what they can do, if anything, to fix it.
In the meantime I finally had the clinic letter from my appointment at Queen Square in May, and evidently the GP has as well as the surgery rang earlier, and I’ve been asked to have yet more blood tests, so that’s booked in for Thursday.