And I'm okay with that, sometimes you just have to be, and resorting to sister wives 'dos tends to hide some of your major hair faults. This week an MRI confirmed what I'd been thinking all along - that this pain is not just all in my head, it's in my neck
And, not to put it delicately, my neck sucks rocks.
I met with my doctor on Wednesday to discuss the findings and by today they had me in clinic for a shot to my neck. They used fluoroscopy to inject a contrast and make sure they're hitting just the right spot. My nerve is so inflamed that the doctor didn't think they'd be able to get it, but they did. Zing! In a few days I should know if it's going to do the trick. Gnarly neck shot, eh?
Mr. O and I grabbed some guilt-free lunch (there is a guilt pass on food for the rest of the day when needles are involved).
I came home and had a massage in an attempt to break up the muscle tension. This always ends with a marvelous scalp rub - thus the mega hideousness. I couldn't see the sense in washing and doing my hair this morning when it was just going to end up all greasified this afternoon. I just have my hair's health in mind, you know. And then I was just too relaxed/lazy/unmotivated to rectify the situation that is my hair. Junior high hair, I believe it's called.
At least I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Now if I could just convince Mr. O to wear a blindfold, I could probably keep this up until at least tomorrow night. Please, please let this shot work. This pain in my neck/back has gone on for over 5 weeks now, and I'm officially crying "Uncle!"
PS. I have no idea why I could possibly be smiling about the state of my hairs. Except that none of these new developments adds up to cancer. Suh-weet. Have a lovely weekend!