Into the joint...

So I had another appointment with Dr Maunter, my sports med doc. I am in slightly worse condition than my last visit, which is significantly troubling since I really haven't been doing much. I told him I was trying to pinpoint something specific, trying to pay attention to something unusual (different) I did which caused a different result than normal. I'm frustrated because I'm not sure what is happening to cause what.

Dr M isn't certain either.

He was happy to hear I am going to see Chuck in a few days and suggested I hold off on any injections until I return from Chuck's assessment. Dr M thought it was a good idea for Chuck to see me as I am: inflamed, sore, poor range of motion, discomfort, pain, etc. He didn't want to just band-aid problems with an injection as that may hide some of the problem. I appreciated that approach, and I agreed with it.

So, I'm headed to FL in just a couple days. Upon return, Dr M has scheduled me to have an injection into my si joint. He isn't confident this is the solution but wants to see what happens as a result.

Complete needle-phobic wuss that I am, I asked him what the pain scale was for this procedure, 1-10, with "a complete sissy doing the rating"... He laughed and said it was about 97. HOLY SHIT. My eyes grew large when he told me this. He kind of chuckled and shook his head; I didn't know if this meant he was kidding about the 97 scale or if I had just completely ruined my tough-girl veneer. He asked how an athlete of my caliber, with my obvious pain tolerance, is scared of a little needle.
I told him I'm a total baby with needles... and also, into my si joint?? OUCH.

I then asked if I could come in drunk (anything to help dull the pain, I said)... this dude is going to think I am a nutcase! :) He laughed... I think he is starting to get my sense of humor... but I still think he is starting to believe I need more psychiatric care than skeletal/muscular.

Doesn't EVERYONE!??! :) :)