Today's major stressor was: Hey, you might not be able to get that steroid injection cuz you've been on drugs!
It's my own fault, really. I called Dr. Wen's office to ascertain what Michael could or could not take prior to the procedure. The person I spoke with didn't know whether Dr. Wen even knew Michael was on his schedule, and pointed out that they usually have people off all medications for 4 days prior to the procedure. In my right mind, I might have remembered that Dr. Wen just did a procedure on Michael last week when he'd been taking everything the ER threw at us the previous weekend. I'm not so much in my right mind, at the moment. I also found out that the MRI report had not yet been sent to Dr. Wen's office. They'll need that, most likely. We had a harrowing wait through the morning and into the afternoon before getting the call back: "You're good to go, kiddo!"
I think the hardest thing Michael had to deal with today was me. And the hardest thing I had to deal with today, was me.
Otherwise we just had another:
- gorgeous Juneau day
- outpouring of friendship, support, & caring from our friends, family & coworkers
- round of phone calls & errands
- series of pills, ointments & ice packs
Ellie & Bob set out for Seattle today and called this evening to report sunshine and blue skies. While Michael and I lie low and hope for healing, the two of them will represent the Alaskan branch of the family at my sister's graduation on Sunday... the event we planned our trip around, a month or so back, just before everything went bad in Michael's neck. An interesting coincidence, isn't it?
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