We now interrupt our daily picture posts to bring you a life update.
So, there is a tear. And I'm not crazy.
I barely remember the procedure yesterday. But I do remember the doc showing me the picture he took while doing it. The one that shows the dye leaking out.
They sent me for a CT Scan after the procedure, for a better picture.
For three and a half years my doctors and physical therapists told me to do my exercises. To strengthen my muscles. Because the pain had to be muscular. I did them. Mostly every day, as I was told.
For three and a half years, it seemed they didn't believe me that the pain was still there. Didn't go away. Wasn't getting better.
And now I wonder if I made it all worse. If doing what they told me caused the tear to get worse.
The one thing I won't know until next Friday is what comes next.
For now, all I know is the dye exacerbated the problem. The pain I've been feeling for months, years, is worse than ever. Which only proves further there is a tear.
And did I mention? I'm not crazy.