I've been doing a lot of whining, lately. I now have a new-found respect for those who live with chronic pain. It's brutal. I started going to a physio therapist twice a week and she is very nice. I'm not sure yet how well the sessions are working. The first time I arrived, she wanted to learn more about the pain I was having and then went to work on my back. She started off with the ultrasound machine. It was painless. She basically massaged a thick pen-like object into my lower back area for about 5 minutes.
Then she hooked up the tens machine to my back and applied a heat therapy blanket over it for about 20 minutes. It was relaxing, but I didn't had much pain relief from it. When she returned, she did a bit of manual manipulation and massage to my lower back and showed me a few exercises at home that I can do to help stretch it out and strengthen my core. Once she adds a few more exercises, I will put them together in a future post for any of you that have lower back pain (from muscle strain).
It has also been 6 months since my last ultrasound for my dermoid/teratoma in my ovary. I also decided to opt against having surgery which may or may not be backfiring on me at the moment. For all I know, this weird thing could be contributing to my lower back pain. When I talked to the technician, it seemed like she was encouraging me to get it out. She was explaining that the surgery/incision was minimal, how dermoids could possibly "go bad" (turn cancerous) and while they usually don't cause major issues, they can become a nuisance later down the road. Especially if it continues to grow. Thankfully, it looks like mine has stayed the same. However, the technician made a mention that she could see a few "hot spots" on the ultrasound which in turn can mean the mass contains hair. I know I joked around about this thing needing a haircut or a dentist (as it can grow teeth, too, etc) in past posts but Oh My God, that was the nastiest thing she could have said to me. I couldn't get out of there fast enough to make an appointment with my gynecologist (which is a month away) to get this thing out!
Awe. It has my eyes.
The one in the middle looks like it's smiling at me.
In a way, I feel a bit relieved to finally go through with the decision of getting it out. I just hate surgery - especially the anesthetic part. All I do is puke after. Knowing my luck, I'll be getting my surgery date a week before Christmas. Oh well - it will prevent me from pigging out on butter tarts and turkey.





