I can't explain how bad the pain is today. I have done nothing different to make it worse (at least I don't think I have).
All I can say is that I was counting the days to the final implant and now I am counting minutes. Not good. I am sure we are looking at another 3 weeks or more. Each time the phone rings I say " oh Jesus, make it be them"

Then the caller hears disappointment in my voice.
I had my MRI on Tuesday . We did it as I can't have another one with leads in my face. With the help of a lot of Xanax, I slept thru it.

Tomorrow is my teeth cleaning day. Oh the fear of cleaning the teeth on the right side about sends me into total despair. But I will get through this too.

As you can tell, today is a bad day. Time to get off of this couch and do something to get my mind off the pain. Usually works pretty well.
How about writing a poem:

Oh stimulator,oh stimulator
Where are you today?
Are you in the warehouse?
Is my name on it for now?
Maybe you are in the lab
Glad to be charged up
Are you dreaming of the day
That you will have your new home?
My body is warmer
Than that cold shelf you sit on now
So do what you can do
To get the show on the road.
I am waiting anxiously to meet you soon
Until then, we have to communicate by email.
Oh stimulator, goodbye for now.


That was really goofy. Oh well, was entertaining. Talk to all of you soon

Love
ASAP,
Cheryl


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