An eventful day, with Pip

Set off for my second back jab, with a slight dread that it wasn't going to be the same gentle surgeon, Liam, this week. In fact, my heart sank when another young man came to get me. But no! Liam then appeared. No, I didn't hug him.

HOWEVER... this session was NOT as easy peasy as last week. He took AGES and AGES. Poking about, I could feel it. It was very uncomfortable. He kept apologising. Then at the end there was a push, and I had a very odd feeling surge right down my leg! But it was over. 

I walked to the changing room, slowly, and was getting changed, when I bent down to pick up my trousers from the floor when WHOOPS! My right leg crumpled! I flopped on to the floor, banging my head on the door on the way down. I didn't fall far, because I was already bending down. I lay for a while, unable to move, thinking somebody must have heard the thud. No. So I started tapping the door gently until someone looked in, which they eventually did.

PANIC STATIONS!! Medics swarming round, worried faces, wheelchairs, cups of tea, blood pressure taken, filling in forms... I don't know what happened, but I see now why they do it one side at a time, unlike the BUPA lot last time.

I asked him why it was more difficult this time. He did a wee drawing of my spine, and admitted he'd chosen the easy side first, the right side was a much more awkward space. Also asked him what length the needle was. I wish I hadn't. Anyway, that's that done. Next steps? I hope it's not 'the end of the line' as the physiotherapist has already told me. 

I decided that I'd better not get the bus home, so I had to ring JR to come and get me. The medics were relieved. She went and picked up Pip, then was in time for her gym class across the road. I had a nice afternoon on the sofa watching the Ireland/Australia football match, with occasional forays to the kitchen (using my walking stick). I'm sure it's all right now, I'm just a bit nervous...

Big Day tomorrow.

Happy Birthday Anne!