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Nov. 22nd, 2006 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twirlgrrlOK, so now I'm starting to freak out a little.
Evan went to the doctor's office today. The doctor saw him trying to sit down in the waiting room, heard him mention numbness and tingling in his lower leg, and sent him straight back to Emergency. There, they gave him more (different) pain meds and told him to call his doctor. So we're back to square one, and no one has any idea what the problem might be.
Except that they saw a "bulging disk" on the CT scan. I'm getting that secondhand from Ev, and the final report isn't done, so I don't know exactly what flavor of bulging disk it is or whether it is potentially related to Evan's problem.
Evan's been totally bedridden, except for hobbling pathetically around to clinics and hospitals and causing himself a lot more pain, since Sunday. He's grotty and bored and depressed and worried.
Today, for the first time, I let myself think a little bit beyond the next few hours, into the next few days and weeks. And I got really scared. I am in the middle of a huge crunch, with a frightening deadline on the 1st of December and another on the 14th. Oh, and a big meeting in between, on the 7th. So I was counting on Evan a lot. Luckily we've engaged Danni for three days a week instead of two through December (not that we can afford it or anything), but that isn't going to solve my problem. I started calling around and of course my fabulous friends are already answering the rallying cry, but I'm petrified nonetheless. When Evan takes Blue, he takes him for the entire day and sometimes into the night. No one else can do that, and I can't afford to pay anyone to anyway. It just started to look like we might be able to stop increasing our debt this month, and now that's not true. But truly, I *have* to meet these deadlines. My professional reputation depends on it, and I am not exaggerating.
OK, I'm blabbering. It's still possible that this is a medication reaction and that it will suddenly and magically disappear. It would be weird and rare, but not unheard of.
I haven't really started to think about longer-term disability yet, like months or years. What would be the point? Although Evan said they told him in the ER that he would need a wheelchair.
Anyway, it'll probably be fine, and everything will work out. I just needed to flip out here a little bit.
Happy Thanksgiving, pretty soon, everyone! :-)
Evan went to the doctor's office today. The doctor saw him trying to sit down in the waiting room, heard him mention numbness and tingling in his lower leg, and sent him straight back to Emergency. There, they gave him more (different) pain meds and told him to call his doctor. So we're back to square one, and no one has any idea what the problem might be.
Except that they saw a "bulging disk" on the CT scan. I'm getting that secondhand from Ev, and the final report isn't done, so I don't know exactly what flavor of bulging disk it is or whether it is potentially related to Evan's problem.
Evan's been totally bedridden, except for hobbling pathetically around to clinics and hospitals and causing himself a lot more pain, since Sunday. He's grotty and bored and depressed and worried.
Today, for the first time, I let myself think a little bit beyond the next few hours, into the next few days and weeks. And I got really scared. I am in the middle of a huge crunch, with a frightening deadline on the 1st of December and another on the 14th. Oh, and a big meeting in between, on the 7th. So I was counting on Evan a lot. Luckily we've engaged Danni for three days a week instead of two through December (not that we can afford it or anything), but that isn't going to solve my problem. I started calling around and of course my fabulous friends are already answering the rallying cry, but I'm petrified nonetheless. When Evan takes Blue, he takes him for the entire day and sometimes into the night. No one else can do that, and I can't afford to pay anyone to anyway. It just started to look like we might be able to stop increasing our debt this month, and now that's not true. But truly, I *have* to meet these deadlines. My professional reputation depends on it, and I am not exaggerating.
OK, I'm blabbering. It's still possible that this is a medication reaction and that it will suddenly and magically disappear. It would be weird and rare, but not unheard of.
I haven't really started to think about longer-term disability yet, like months or years. What would be the point? Although Evan said they told him in the ER that he would need a wheelchair.
Anyway, it'll probably be fine, and everything will work out. I just needed to flip out here a little bit.
Happy Thanksgiving, pretty soon, everyone! :-)
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