You want me to take my clothes off why?
I went to the hospital after work today to visit my sister in law and see my niece, who had been born not long before I got there. Boy is she beautiful! More on that later. My knee started killing me so I sat on the floor for a little while. Chair shortage in the room at that moment don’t you know. When I got up to get something for my sister in law my foot felt like it was asleep. I hobbled to the nurses station on my mission, figuring if I waited it out it would go back to normal and wake up. Instead it seemed to get worse. After I said goodbye for the day I got myself over to the emergency room, where I waited. Then I went into triage and then I was sent to another waiting room, where I waited. I was then taken back into a room within the emergency room, where I waited. Two nurses came in and asked some questions and told me I’d need to take all of my clothes off. I told her it was only my knee, foot and leg I wanted looked at and everything above the waist was fine. She said I needed to take everything off. Ummm, ok. I got undressed and put that little gown on and guess what I did. I waited. Finally the doctor came in and checked my knee, foot and leg out. He never went any further up than my lower back. So why in the world did I need to take my shirt and bra off? Anyway. He thinks it’s a neuro/ortho issue and that I’ve probably got several herniated discs. Guess what he told me I need? Yes folks, it’s another emg, this one on the leg. Can you see me dancing for joy! That’s all for now, me and my pain killer are going to bed.
Oh no Val! I guess it’s good you saw a doctor, even if you had to be all but naked to see him, but I’m sorry to hear this news.