...down the peach fuzz of my back. From the base of my head to my tailbone. The docs used what they call 'pink tape' (it's actually peach guys!) to anchor the wires and tubing from a long term epidural in my spine.
I told the nurses that they should complete the task and give me the full body wax, rather than just the peach-fuzzy reverse mohawk, since my punk rock gal phase was decades ago, ha!
BAH HUMBUG GRUMBLE WARNING: I've was booted out of The Joint 4 days early due to potential infection (heartbreak!).
So the docs shut off treatment far too early. Only made it 1/2 way through before things went south.
Disheartening to see progress, to actually SEE progress, and have it peeled back rapidly like a roll top window shade - revealing all of the dusty dirt covered items of illness.
My disease quickly reverted back to its not-so-adorable status. My body revving up its white blood cells to fight infection, turning me into even more of a heat generator already (hooey, it's HOT in here!).
Taking temp often, checking swollen areas of my back every few hours. Anti-inflammatories 'round clock. Blah blah. All on top of my constant chronic pain. OY!
Silver lining: this procedure and treatment protocol seemed to help keep my feet alive. That's insanely amazing! How often do I whine about treatments bombing? A lot!
Poopy squishy center of the silver lining: my feet and parts of legs immediately snapped back to their sickly oxygen-robbed colors and flavors. Back on track toward a sad death.
Next steps: break out of can of silver spray paint and 'silver line' my days until I can take advantage of doing this jam session again - maybe 8 weeks. Then Operation Save My Feet is back on. Gotta stay positive!
And now I am on to phase 2 of everything: heal the new wounds inflicted on me, settle into being home, strive to do some type of exercise regimen ASAP. Even one bicep curl is better than nothing.
And as the song goes from Social D, for now this is the Story of My Life!