Like the weather, I'm a little foggy about what happened, last night.
At the risk of TMI (you're welcome!) suffice it to so that even at the lowest possible dosages of Demerol, my system shuts down and, much to the surprise of everyone (most especially, my obstetrician) I fall asleep.
Yep, right in the middle of giving birth…four times.
So, to me, non-drowsy simply means: will render you comatose for at least twenty-four hours AND anything stronger than ibuprofen…well…I go ALL loopy-like.
Which, for someone who suffers from seasonal allergies AND chronic lower back pain (like I do, dammit) is SO not a good thing, but sort of funny, too.
"AH…AH…AH…AHCHOO…OWWWWWWWW!…great, now I gotta go pee!"
Unless, I sneeze and, well, it's all over (literally).
So, when the cat scan for "the little kidney stone that could" came back and showed a herniated disc in my lower spine and signs of stenosis (triple bonus points!) I was all, like, grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat, where's the bathroom?
I finally met with a neurosurgeon, this week (came highly recommended by two of my husband's clients, with similar diagnosis, who also happen to be under the age of 50) the surgeon insisted I get an MRI, like, now.
