September 28th proved to be the most depressing day thus far. These neck braces are the worst. Yes, they're necessary if I want to recover, but they're hot, constricting, and uncomfortable. I'm over it. I had a follow-up appointment with my spine doctor (aptly named Dr. Spina--again, my life is a Seinfeld episode) on the 28th. Took more X-rays and was told that the vertebrae had shifted slightly. The fragments that my C5 had broken into proved to be even more concerning with this slippage. I was told I'd have to be in the cervical collar for another month and a half, and then slowly ween it off.
To top off that news, he then told me if it hadn't improved within a month, we'd most likely need to do surgery.
I left the office in a less than energetic mood. When we got home, I told my dad I was turning my phone off and taking a nap. I cried myself to sleep, then woke up and told my dad I was gonna need some Ben & Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. And he complied, 'cause he just loves me. :)
Ben & Jerry to the rescue. Everything was bearable after that.
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