Well, remember the epidural shot? The pain was fixed-----temporarily. 😩
So now, we are back to the drawing board. Doctor reviewed my scans again and thinks he sees what the issue may be. Need to have another CAT to confirm. Initial thought is that some of the cement from the kyphoplasty srayed and is very near to & impacting the nerve.
We will weigh our options once we get the results from the scan.
In the meantime, he has prescribed Lyrica and scheduled another epidural. Unfortunately, my insurance would not approve the Lyrica. So, we wait for an alternative.
Thanks for all the love and support.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Monday, August 7, 2017
Some closure in Amish country
Connie had her PT session on Thursday, which meant she was a) going to be tired and sore and b) she was going to score a lunch out of the deal. We need shoes for our upcoming cruise. Me because mine got ruined last January in the couple trips back to Ohio. Connie because, well, they're shoes. Me: "hey, there's a place that has Buy One, Get Half Off 2nd pair shoes". We go there. Result? She walks out with two pairs of shoes, I have none.
We went to lunch at Brown Bag Burgers, which we'd always passed and never gone in. Not really a lunch type of place, was more for 4p drinks followed by some gourmet burgers. Connie said the wings were good, my chicken breast was very good.
Made a 2p appointment with the local guy from Edward Jones, so in the interim I could go somewhere and buy some shoes. The small amount we were going to be investing wasn't really enough for him to mess with and he was a super nice guy, but he did give us a good idea about CD laddering.
Last Friday was a day I was dreading, and a day I was looking forward to in equal parts. 6 months had elapsed since my mother passed away, and it was time to close her trust. The part I dreaded was dealing with FC Bank for hopefully the final time. Man, I had nothing but problems with them. It was my Mom's local bank, the only one in her little town, and just a pain. I looked at their locator map and saw that Shiloh, Ohio was the closest branch to me. I was looking forward to it because my time as executor was about to be over.
I get up Friday morning and took the hour drive through Amish country. Passed a couple of buggies. GPS said I was there, but I was at an Amish market. Yep, sure enough, FC Bank had an office in there. Girl who closed out the account couldn't have been nicer, AND I got to score some Amish cheese and some Amish butter. Bonus.
Then, I had to drive to the nearest PNC Bank on my way home which was in Norwalk. Another great run through farm country. Amazingly, there were no detours, no construction along my route. I'm thinking the Amish buggies don't tear up the roads too much.
Get home and start looking over CD rates. Best rates are at the First Internet Bank of Indiana. (It had kind of a cult name. Kind of like all those dodges to get religious breaks, like the First Internet Church of God.) But, after some research and phone calls, we decided to go that way. Better than the 0.1% APY PNC bank offers in my savings account.
Sunday, I smoked a pork butt. Been awhile, and never in this smoker. (Not one of Connie's favorites, but Bethany loves pulled pork). You can follow it along here. Result was one of my better efforts. The process was awful.
We went to lunch at Brown Bag Burgers, which we'd always passed and never gone in. Not really a lunch type of place, was more for 4p drinks followed by some gourmet burgers. Connie said the wings were good, my chicken breast was very good.
Made a 2p appointment with the local guy from Edward Jones, so in the interim I could go somewhere and buy some shoes. The small amount we were going to be investing wasn't really enough for him to mess with and he was a super nice guy, but he did give us a good idea about CD laddering.
Last Friday was a day I was dreading, and a day I was looking forward to in equal parts. 6 months had elapsed since my mother passed away, and it was time to close her trust. The part I dreaded was dealing with FC Bank for hopefully the final time. Man, I had nothing but problems with them. It was my Mom's local bank, the only one in her little town, and just a pain. I looked at their locator map and saw that Shiloh, Ohio was the closest branch to me. I was looking forward to it because my time as executor was about to be over.
I get up Friday morning and took the hour drive through Amish country. Passed a couple of buggies. GPS said I was there, but I was at an Amish market. Yep, sure enough, FC Bank had an office in there. Girl who closed out the account couldn't have been nicer, AND I got to score some Amish cheese and some Amish butter. Bonus.
Then, I had to drive to the nearest PNC Bank on my way home which was in Norwalk. Another great run through farm country. Amazingly, there were no detours, no construction along my route. I'm thinking the Amish buggies don't tear up the roads too much.
Get home and start looking over CD rates. Best rates are at the First Internet Bank of Indiana. (It had kind of a cult name. Kind of like all those dodges to get religious breaks, like the First Internet Church of God.) But, after some research and phone calls, we decided to go that way. Better than the 0.1% APY PNC bank offers in my savings account.
Sunday, I smoked a pork butt. Been awhile, and never in this smoker. (Not one of Connie's favorites, but Bethany loves pulled pork). You can follow it along here. Result was one of my better efforts. The process was awful.
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