Since I'm out of sick days, I will be returning to work tomorrow (Monday.) Not any too thrilled about it, either.
In the hospital they asked me my level of pain on a 1 to 10 scale, 10 being the worst. On that bright Sunday afternoon my level of pain was around 8 - 9. And it gradually decreased down to a 6 or so... as the Valium kicked in.
Today's level? On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being worst? 145.
I've been out of bed all day, mostly in a seated position and I can't even begin to share my comfort level with you... because there is none. But I will be returning to work tomorrow. I have to.
At approximately 12:35 though... I'll be having the time of my life. Doing something I've never done before. Something I've always wondered about. But never wanted to really do myself. I'm sticking my head and my body inside of a metal tube and listening to loud hammer sounds. Or so I'm told. I've never had that much fun. Yep, I'm going to get to experience an M R I ! Whee!
The nurse that consulted with me asked me the most important question first.... ARE YOU CLAUSTROPHOBIC? Heck, I don't know. And that's not exactly the place I want to find out, either.
12:35 on Monday. That's when we will all get to find out if I can stand being in an enclosed place. For an hour.
Oh and I get to pay for this E-Ticket ride, too. This wild ride just gets better and better... and the costs get steeper and steeper.
The Kris Kahle medical fund has now been set up. Donations are being accepted through Visa, Mastercard and Discover. Especially Discover. I've since discovered that I'm going to need to have a few more garage sales to get through this ordeal. 'Cept I can't sell any furniture. I could never lift it. But I'll get Elizabeth to do that... that can be her new profession... especially since I can no longer afford to send her to college.