“Only three to four people pass out each week. Out of all of them, I have never had to give medication to bring them back.”
I was a little nervous, but more than that, I was excited. Excited that the cervical epidural steroid injection would get me one step closer to living without pain.
By now, you certainly know who the ONE PERSON was who needed medication. More than one kind of medication. AND an IV bag.
I remember the sweat, the extreme nausea, the dry heaves, the embarrassment and the shock of my body betraying me WHEN I WASN’T EVEN SCARED! I also remember the nurse waiving an alcohol pad under my nose for quite a while. The smell registered, but I could not bring myself to turn my head away.
I also remember him saying a few times that both my blood pressure and my heart rate were remaining far too low.
What an amazing nurse I had. “Oh look, your curls still look gorgeous after all of this!” She had me chuckling when all I wanted to do was cry.
Sadly, she refused to give me a bag to put over my head as I left the office. She made a Vanna White arm move as she said, “Look, it’s all new people in the waiting room!”
Tomorrow I call the doctor to hear plan B. Gatorade two hours before. And perhaps a baseball bat to knock me upside my head a minute in to the procedure. Ya think?
After three hours in the office for a 15-minute procedure, all I wanted was to get back to my safe haven. A safe haven that does not consist of bricks and mortar.
Now, to find that bag for my head.