A good stab in the back
The spinal tap yesterday went as well as possible considering they placed a four inch long needle into my spine. I did not say any inappropriate words, although I fully admit to a few good shrieks of ouch. I was blessed and avoided a spinal headache, although the dysautonomia had a small tantrum after the procedure. Now my back just hurts like I was simultaneously kicked by a very angry mule and stung by a few bees with a grudge. I am moving like I am 90 and grouchy, but the test is over and I love the nurse who thought to take and preserve a little extra fluid in case they decide the vast number of tests being run are not enough, so hopefully I will not need to do this ever again! When I have access to a computer I have a great story about God laughing, a run away wheelchair, and a mystery woman saving the day. Till then all I can say is my life is always an adventure!
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