Easier than imagined

I got my second cortisone shot ever today. First one in my hand, and afterward it turned an awkward shade of blue and swelled to at least twice the size. It was terrifying. It felt eerie. I knew all of this going in to today, but now, since I was getting this shot in my...booty, I wasn't sure what to expect. 


Would the whole thing really turn blue? Would just the one cheek? 


Okay, so I'm not going to share who my doctor is, but when I first met him 2 weeks ago, I was flabbergasted. It feels like he's always telling a joke, but he delivers every line, or statement, or question 100% deadpan. He repeats himself every few seconds, even if you've already started answering the question he just asked and is now repeating, word-for-word. He talks over you. He confuses me, but for whatever reason, I trusted him. And, after my second opinion a few days later, I decided to go ahead with the shot. With him administering the shot.


This doctor and his nurse are probably two of the only medical professionals I've ever met who seem to have a seriously developed sense of humor. They smile; the nurse laughs...a lot. They joke. Helps to put one at ease, especially when one knows they are about ready to stick a needle in one's backside. 


Kyle came with today, as I needed a driver in the 10% chance that my entire leg would go numb and I wouldn't have control of it. (I was mentally prepared to be a part of that 10%...chances, with me, are very high for the slim percentages.)


The shot and recovery took 5 minutes, okay maybe 8. The worst part was the stick from the local anesthesia needle. My leg has felt numb, tingly, extremely heavy and uncomfortable all day. But there isn't really pain. Not the same pain I've been having for 9 months which led to today. 


I count today a success. I look forward to the lessening pain and getting back to a life I want to live, one with regular exercise including running. (Not anytime too soon, of course, but a girl can hope for eventually, can't she?)