I had a check up at the doctor a few weeks ago, no big woop.
I mentioned I keep having these insane headaches that start at the back of my head and then make my head feel like it’s going to explode. It even hurts to blink.
Waiting for him to tell me I was most likely stroking out and brains would end up all over my walls, so stock up on cleaners and scrubby sponges; he threw me a curve ball.
He sent me for an x-ray to see if it’s…arthritis. Really? Arthritis? Am I THAT old?
Guess what? Apparently I AM that old. I have arthritis is my neck. Lucky me.
Now my doctor is big into trying physical therapy for aches and pains.
He sent me for my back a few years ago and it helped a lot. (I don’t even think I was 40 back then.)
Then he wanted me to go for bursitis in my shoulder, I didn’t. That was too close to “living in the home” old for me (my grandparents had that). Not to mention that my husband was going for a shoulder injury and his therapist was torturing him, no thank you. So I toughed it out.
I made the appointment for PT, mainly because I can’t stand the headaches.
There’s nothing like going into a medical office thinking you’re doing pretty well, then realizing, “Man, I’m just a hot mess.”
Withing three minutes of being in the room, I came to understand what a hot mess my neck really is. I could barely move it, thank goodness the therapist pointed all this out. Talk about destroying self esteem. I though I was young and vibrant, that bubble burst.
So after an exam and a painful, yet relaxing neck rub I was sent home with exercises, a bruised ego and 4 more weeks of appointments.
It sucks to be over 40.