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{June 7, 2012}   The Stabbing

I just had an EMG (Electromyography) and let me tell you it SUCKED HUGE. We are checking for nerve damage in my arm and legs, this past Tuesday we did legs. For the record I am a tough chick, I can handle pain fairly well with breathing and concentration. Not so much this time. The first part of the test a very nice lady with electrodes and a computer accessed each little nerve bundle on mu legs and zapped them to check their responsiveness. I laughed it off at first, thinking ok I got this, the zaps are over as soon as they started. Well as the test went on it became less funny. The zaps wore me out.

I think that is a good time to bring up my Mommy-in-law,  I love her so much she is a pillar of strength for me and my family. She came with me. God love her, before we started, she said to me “don’t worry honey, it doesn’t hurt”. WELL!! OOOH!! I swear on all things holy if I had something to throw at her… When the zap portion of the test was over, I sprang  up from the exam table pointed at her and said “YOU!!!” She was hiding behind her iPad trying to not make eye contact with a furious and painful MS patient. To think, I was going to make her dinner!!!

Enter “Q”, from here on out this is how we will be referring to my neurologist, for I am convinced he is an evil supervillian, hell bent on world domination one EMG at a time. I really do like him, don’t get me wrong, just right now, we are not friends. So “Q” tells me this part of the exam is quick, he is just going to place a thin needle into my leg to test the nerves directly. Um, okay. The first few spots were ok, painful but tolerable. I forgot to mention that when the needle was in he also ran  current through it. Yes, bloggy buddies, direct nervous electrocution.

Here follows the first hand account of  “The Stabbing”. I was not aware that it was possible to be in such intense and unbearable pain. “Q” inserted the needle into my calf, started the electro-torture and triggered the mother of all leg cramps. I screamed out in pain, was in tears, and had to lie down at the sight of my own blood. It shot out of my leg like a fountain. I felt as though somebody was ramming a nail into my leg and twisting. I have never been in such pain, and hope never to feel it again.  “Q” got his reading, but asked if I could tolerate another go in the calf.  For the first time, I had to say to a doctor “no” I am unable to continue. I have not been able to finish up an exam due to intolerance of pain. He said it was fine and that he had enough information. So I caught my breath, got my game face back on, and started making jokes. I told “Q” that I typically like him but right now, not so much. He assured that next week when we do my hands, it is easier and not nearly as painful. I hope so.

So as I write this I can still feel a remenant of the pain from The Stabbing, I have been having leg cramps and was seriously considering staying home from work today. Not this soldier. I shall press on, with a few painful winces.

If you were worried about my poor starved Mommy-in-Law, I fed her.

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