I come here and read all the info. Though very helpful, its depressing. I feel empathy for those who suffer so much. I forget I am one of you. I start to feel like I shouldn't complain about my pain because some of the others here seem to suffer so much. I am lucky to have found a drug that works (even though I am maxed out of dosage).
Last night we were driving home from OKC to Wichita and crossed a low front. I could feel it as we moved into it. I started popping Carbitol like Pez. By the time we got home I was a zombie and couldn't function. This morning was comical finding my keys, purse and glasses. It was like Easter take 2.
I meet with a new surgeon on Wednesday. I am afraid to be hopeful. I keep reading about the posted horrible experiences with the MVD. Has anyone had a good experience? Am I chasing rabbits with the idea of having MVD and that it might help?
Living with the desperation that we live with, I wonder if I am rational in thinking this can be the next step for me. Am I willing to have MVD done just to have it done? What if....That is what I think we all live with.