Time sure goes by fast. Especially when more than half the people you talk to tell you something like, “getting old sucks, don’t it?” or “it’s just your age, man… just old age…” or “time to get the senior discounts!” or some shit like that. Yeah, getting old sucks. I’ve been having trouble with my lower back pain that shoots down my right leg for more than two months now. The good news is that I have percocet. The bad news is that I have acquired more bulging discs on my right side in addition to those bulging discs on my left that I’ve been suffering from for years. Yeepeee… In about two weeks, I get to go see a pain management specialist, referred by my doctor, who mentioned that possibly injection to the spine. WHAT? Come again? Injection to the spine? Don’t you know I hate needles?

I don’t know if I ever blogged about that time when I got the finger prick test for blood sugar… or something…  at the health fair held at work several years ago. The man pricked my finger. Naturally I screamed from the bottom of my belly, a very big one at that, “OOOOWWWWWW!” The man went, “YOU JUST CLEARED THE ENTIRE LINE!” Of course, he exaggerated, but when I looked round, I saw a girl jump out of the line looking very worried who proceeded to ask me, “It hurts, right?” Naturally, I honestly answered, “Hell, yeah,” to which the man who mercilessly poked my finger vehemently retorted, “IT DOESN’T HURT!” to which I shot right back, “It does too! Why would I scream if it doesn’t?”

So you see, when I heard “Injection to the spine,” every single strand of hair on my body stood up. To the spine? How big a needle could that be to go into the spine???? So I have been preoccupied with these two words “Injection” and “Spine” for a week or so. Not a bad thing if I think about it, considering how I’ve been depressed for all these months. But what can you do… Not being able to sit up because of the pain equals not being able to drive equals not being able to go to work – which in and of itself is a very good thing, but which ultimately equals not being able to get the paychecks. Ain’t life a bitch… sigh… That reminds me, I need to buy that Power Ball lotto ticket.

Anyway, so I had to make an appointment with the pain medicine doctor. By the way, Pain Medicine? Sounds kinda sadistic, doesn’t it? Quite appropriately, I might add. And guess what? My back already feels better. I think the threat of a big fucking needle going into my spine cured it for me. My right thigh which has been numb for the last two weeks when it doesn’t hurt is not even numb. And look ma! No pain!

Now I don’t know what to do. Should I cancel the appointment with the sadistic doctor? And if I do cancel, would the pain come back? What to do… what to do…