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Not often am I the one waiting in the waiting room, I am usually in the recovering room. My mom just had nasul surgery, so I took the day off to car for her. I counted 23 times prior to me dropping her off on how she could get someone else if I am being too “bothered” or if “it is too much to ask.” It is, but I am still her son so it is something that I have to do. It is important that someone does it, my sisters find more pressing reasons to journey out to California, and a mother’s surgery ranks low on the list. But I am here, broken spirit and all. This isn’t the best time for me to be taking time off from work, I am on thin ice as it is. The drive out here in my manual transmission death trap of a car hurt quite painfully. This was after having leaving work sick, which I know I will get in trouble for.

I am not sure if my procedure worked. This is where they went to shove long needle in to a nerve group next to my spine. They missed the first time. That hurt a lot, I mean a whole lot. Saturday I was feeling great, first time in a long time. Sunday the back pain was sitting in, and I got tired. I haven’t really quite felt wake since that Saturday. I am not sure if something is wrong, but I am pretty sure that something isn’t right.

I am waiting to hear back from two doctors, hopefully one of them will have something that we can work with, something more than numbing the nerves in alphabetical order. Even then, more tests, more blocks, more days out sick, less of career, less of a life. I really want to get out of this waiting room.

I know that the trip home is going to suck, and the road to recovery won’t be easy, I just want to get on it and out of this damn waiting room.