Sibylla Bostoniensis

Got my steroid epidural today. Because of the insufficient response to the previous one, this one was administered differently and rather hurt more. Turns out the new more round-about route through my back they were taking into my spine was through some squishy bits that were already very sore and tender and not okay before driving the needle through them.

The first appointment they offered me was like six weeks out, and the second appointment slot of the day. Since I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to for it, I took the offered time, and given that it meant I would be participating in A.M. rush hour, which would add up to 40 minutes to get there, just pulled an all-nighter to show up on time. Though, for me, "all-nighter" just means "staying up a few hours longer than usual".

The good news was that we ran into no traffic and arrived 50 minutes early and the patient with the first appointment no-showed, so they took me early. This wasn't an unalloyed joy as it meant everyone was still booting for the day and everything went a bit slower – I discovered that somebody is making radiological lead PPE suits that are purple on the outside with a matching vivid purple-orange paisley patterned lining – but I did get out of there a mere 20 minutes after my assigned appointment time, a good ten of which were babying me after the procedure and wrestling with Epic which apparently doesn't do concurrency.

I came home and managed to get about six hours of sleep, but then it was so late in the day, I decided it was unwise to take my wake-up medications.

So I am exhausted and my brain is under-resourced and I'm in more pain than I have been previously after these. My brain is now throwing little pop-up alerts that it is on 5% battery and I should plug it in urgently.

I expect to be considerably better tomorrow, assuming nothing untoward happens between me and getting a good night's sleep.

ETA: now on my fourth attempt to post this bc typing hard