. . . testing one two three . . .

. . . my poor husband . . .

. . . the human pincushion . . .

. . . especially today . . .

{i'm just the designated driver}

. . . first up this morning was 

a trip to the hospital for a 

cervical myelogram w/ contrast . . .

{dye was injected into his spinal column, 

they waited for it to flow up into the cervical area, 

then they pretty much stood him on his head and took images}

. . . and then just for fun, 

while they were at it, 

a CT scan w/ contrast . . .

{more like an MRI - lying on a narrow table 

that slides into a narrow tube 

where xrays beam in a spiral around you}

. . . all of this because it appears 

the cervical fusion he had 

about eighteen years ago, 

following a car accident 

that caused a disc to rupture, 

is starting to collapse, 

causing neck pain, 

knots under his shoulder blades 

and headaches . . .

. . . in the words of my brother-in-law,

 "bill's life {stinks}" . . .

{i changed that last word}

. . . my brother-in-law is right . . .

. . . after that fun morning 

at the hospital, 

this afternoon's highlight 

was an episode 

of blood spinning . . .

{all the cool professional athletes do this ~ 

i'm talking about you, tiger and kobe}

{they also cheat on their wives ~ not cool}

. . . this time the focus 

was on a slightly lower portion 

of his spine . . .

. . . a large vial of blood 

was drawn from his arm . . .

. . . then it was spun 

in this fancy machine . . .

. . . the best part of the blood ~ 

known as PRP {platelet-rich plasma} 

~ was then injected 

into the injured area . . .

. . . in my husband's case ~ 

his dumb tailbone . . .

. . . here's bill telling me 

"you don't need to blog about this" . . .

. . . ummmm ~ has he met me? . . .

. . . here's the amazing 

dr. michael wolff . . . 

. . . he checked the ultrasound screen

 for correct placement . . .

. . . then there was

that really large needle . . .

. . . no one can ever accuse bill 

of not trying anything and everything

 that might have the remotest chance 

of healing him . . .

. . . the man is a saint . . .

. . . a saint who is in tremendous pain

 every single moment 

of every single day . . .

. . . please forgive this departure 

from the usual posting 

about sewing, cooking, yardwork,

 parties and grandkids, 

but this is a big part of my life, too . . .

. . . unfortunately . . .