Dr Fiesta and his hip pinata! Poke it with a needle! (thanks to Mel for this joke :P)

So that was interesting.

Turns out hip injections sort of suck. They're doing it for the joint which IS problematic but so are my muscles and soft tissue and tendons and whatever else is hanging out in there. So MOTHERFUCKING OW. They stick the needle in a little bit, let out some lidocaine... put the needle further in, do it again. Then a third time until they read the outside of the joint. Then they take forever injecting the dye. THEN they inject the painkiller. The whole leg went a bit numb during all this but was still sore. After the procedure I was numb and very very stiff. Walking was hard... glad I had the foresight to bring the wheelchair so I didn't have to limp very far.

All in all I wouldn't want to do it again. It seems to be helping the joint-specific pain a little but there's SO much other pains going on that it's really hard to tell... which makes this test a bit frustrating all in all.

Anyway, it was an interesting trip. I got there, did labwork, went upstairs to radiology. While in the waiting room hanging with my dad a nurse came out and called "WHORE? WHORE?" (this being phonetic of course, no idea what she was TRYING to say)... a man stood up and a little awkwardly told her "er, it's a V... not a W" lol

Then I'm taken back and given the consent form and told what all will go on. I meet the doctor and his name? Dr Fiesta. Dr... Fiesta. I cannot make this shit up. Or I can, but people would rightfully call bullshit. I agreed to have a copy of the consent form printed out just so I could see his name was, indeed, Fiesta... and he wasn't just wearing a gag nametag to make patients laugh.

I waited for a while and I wasn't the only one in this back room waiting for a procedure. And this other guy? Made me feel a hell of a lot better about my day and my luck in general. He had no legs, three nurses had to stick him six times because of how tiny his veins are (and he told them he'd had worse attempts in the past) and he was there for a lung biopsy. Good lord. And he was very sweet and patient the whole time, and had a sense of humor. Even though he barely knew I was there (he was facing another way, I barely saw him either) he really did make me feel a lot more calm and comfortable in that moment. I admired him.

Also the gurney he was laying on had the words "EYE SURGERY ONLY" on it... but they spelled it "EYE SUGERY ONLY". Tried to get a photo of that with my phone, not sure yet if it came out clearly or not.

But yeah... after the appointment I was dizzy and stuff and in pain. Dad took me for a burger and I was able to relax some. When I got home I was still hurting. Tried to nap and when Will got home from his doctor's appointment I decided to get up and take a bath. The heat of the water helped a LOT. Heat and I get along when it comes to my pain issues. Cold and I are not friends. So it was a nice bath... even used some muscle-relaxing bathsalts we have in there. Also washed the remaining tape goo and blood off my hip. Couldn't quite get the bit of marker they left on there to mark where my artery was but oh well... it'll come off eventually.

So yeah. Interesting day. Wouldn't want a repeat of this. They were all "you can get these injections regularly or go for the more permanent surgical solution" and I wanted to yell "CUT ME THE HELL UP" :P

I wish we had a hot tub in our own backyard. I also wish we had a backyard... but only really so we can put a hot tub in it. I think our apartment complex has one but I can't make that walk there (or wheelchair trip) without help. Also it's tiny and often full of hairy strangers. ;p