Couch potato

Somehow, despite being housed in the same physical being, my brain and my body are not in synch.  My brain thinks “Thirty-seven?  That’s young.  Nowhere NEAR old age. Let’s go see how much we can sweat at the gym.”  In response and to point out to my brain that it is, indeed, getting old, my body has reacted with an incredibly painful neck spasm that has left me hunched over and whiny for a full day now.

I have had a stiff neck before but never quite this painful or lasting this long.  By coincidence my doctor had ordered x-rays of my neck a few weeks ago to look at what we suspected was a pinched nerve causing my left arm to go tingly periodically.  I had been putting it off for a while just due to my schedule, but I decided yesterday that I really needed to get it done.  I called the outpatient x-ray office near my house yesterday to find out their hours.

Me:  “I need to come in for an x-ray.  What are your hours?”

Them: “Come in anytime between 8am and 12:30pm or between 1:30 and 4pm. No appointment necessary.”

Me:  “Great, I’ll be in tomorrow.”

Them:  “Okay, see you then!”

Fast forward to 1:30 this afternoon when I arrived at the office, stiff, in pain and having driven on the highway with no ability to look left.

Me:  “Hi, I’m here for an x-ray.”

Them: “Oh, we’re moving offices today.  We aren’t doing any x-rays until next week.”

Me: “Grrrrrrrrrrr…”

All I can assume is that this was a SURPRISE move and nobody even knew that there was a chance of moving offices and eliminating their x-ray services until that day.  Highly improbable I know, but how else can you explain nobody telling me this information when I called to inquire about when I could have my x-ray done?  At least she gave me a nice sing-songy “Sor-ry” as I walked out.  Grrrrr.

I did end up getting the x-rays done elsewhere and learned that I have an extra cervical rib in my neck that could be causing my arm numbness.  Unfortunately, an extra rib is not seen as a ‘bonus’.  So, I’ll see what happens.  For now I’m on the couch with a heating pad and some painkillers which I’ll take as soon as my boyfriend is home, just in case they make me loopy.

And the worst thing?  Taking painkillers means no wine tonight. Another Grrrrr.