<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420916136800145021</id><updated>2011-08-11T12:02:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutoutt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutoutt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420916136800145021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutoutt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ani 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420916136800145021.post-6854469243334141850</id><published>2010-11-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:00:09.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1 over, still waiting for the result…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;No, i am not diagnosed with cancer, nor with tumor, but what is it, still unknown….&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th, when my better half left me alone for a week,&amp;nbsp; i had  no clue how to spend rest of my week at home. Oh yeah, i am a full time  sit at home girl(there was a time i&amp;nbsp; drew a sound salary in IT  industry), whose only whole-day companion is laptop(no kids, no pets)  and who is scared of dark was destined to be alone for a week.  Unfortunately we live on the outskirts where public transport is rarely  available, and I had to part our Sonata too, seemed my hubby deserved to  take it with him. Ok fine, take it, but what will i do at home, calls  started pouring in, friends and relatives are&amp;nbsp; more concerned on how  i’ll spend time. What the hell, i don’t need anybody’s help, i have  enough food stuffed in my refrigerator. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and  even Monday went by, praise the lord, but things ain’t as easy as i  thought.&amp;nbsp; And the D day came…Got up Tuesday morning, and somehow i  couldn’t stop myself from cleaning the mess my hubby had made in our  walk-in closet and living room.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes might have passed by, i still can’t remember what the hell  i did, and ouch, there was a severe pain on my lower back, around the  hip, i could barely stand, I fell down. I sat for few minutes, tried to  regain my energy and made an attempt to get up. I could still feel the  pain but somehow dragged myself to my bed. FYI: I had similar pain in  the past, and easily got rid off in few hrs. But things ain’t looking  the same this time. I tried applying heat, gave a proper 2hr rest and  then had to get up for the nature call.&amp;nbsp; Finished the job and before i  could dress up, my legs started shivering, i could no longer stand and  fell on the floor,I tried to sit up, no way, excruciating pain. Then i  noticed that only my upper body was moving, i felt a numbness on my  lower part. That was the first shock of the day. And finally it took me  around 30 min to drag myself 8 feet to reach my bed. One thing i have to  admit is i get tensed easily, especially when i don’t have any help  around. Several thoughts ran by, my hubby was not reachable over phone  during his class hours, then who else? i don’t have any driving friends  nearby. 911 was my only option, but since my front door was locked and i  stay in an apartment, i did not know how the hell they will reach me,  will they break my door to get inside, then how will I pay back the  compensation. Since am staying on the 2nd floor of a six-storied  building, there is no way rescuers can break in through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;I thought and thought and thought, and finally i told two of my  friends. In short, i somehow reached an urgent care nearby and got an  x-ray taken. Doc assured me that my spine is intact, no problem with the  disc and it can be a case of pelvic bone displacement. That was another  heartbreak of the day. I could hardly walk with help. Doc said he had a  similar experience and referred me to a chiropractor. I took complete  rest for 2 days and booked an appointment with an orthopedic specialist.  I had a tingling sensation near hip and a line of pain radiating  towards my right leg. Felt like a virus who really hates me is inside my  body and prickling with a needle. Though pain was little annoying, i  got adjusted in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Things went perfectly smooth and my hubby came back after his  assignment. As expected he did not even bother to cook for me. To tell  you the truth, he is one of the greatest iron chefs i personally know.  While i cook, he smells food and tells me the spices missing. During his  bachelorhood he came up with some unique dishes on his own, that he  became famous among his colleagues and friends. But he has never ever  cooked something for me. Anyway, we both went on a special ‘diet’. On  Monday night pain came back from nowhere, a 1000 needle prickling  through out my legs and hip. Surprisingly, right after a week of my  accident, another Tuesday morning I woke up with severe pain. With much  pain, i traveled in car to the orthopedic center.&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering when i reached the reception. I was crying out of  pain. My second doc seemed to be in a hurry to consult me. He aske&lt;a href="http://shoutoutt.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/mri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-7" height="200" src="http://shoutoutt.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/mri2.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=200" title="mri" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d  me to do some exercises and made me lay on my stomach. He pressed my  lower back and butt and stepped out of the room. I had no clue on whats  happening. He came back and showed me a model of lumbar spine and said  “i suspect this might be a case of herniated disc”. I felt dizzy, ears  were shut for few minutes. I never ever thought that doc will complain  about my disc. He asked me to take an MRI. I suddenly woke up and told  doc that i have few questions, luckily i had written everything on a  notepad. Doc teased me saying all software engineers will have lots of  doubts. He showed the least interest, but i went ahead and asked about  the dizziness. He said it has nothing to do with herniated disc, and  mocked that i shivered because of the a/c in the clinic. He refused to  comment on other questions and said he wants to see the MRI report. He  also added that he will be going on a 2 week vacation and will be back  only on the labor day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, my hubby was scaring me that doc will operate  and either shave off my disc since its jamming my nerves or he will  remove the disc. His mom had a similar experience. I was totally  shattered. I am only in my late 20s and since 1 week i am on 90% bed  rest. I cannot move around, cook for my hubby and myself, clean house,  walk out….nothing, seriously nothing…I am almost out of food and house  is a real mess. I am now recovering from my depression. Thank god  atleast i don’t have tumor or cancer or any other high end fever. I am  going through a testing period and am thanking god for giving me these  hardships as i am getting more closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for the MRI to be done. I am claustrophobic and am  really scared to undergo MRI. Hopefully everything turns out good,  fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420916136800145021-6854469243334141850?l=shoutoutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutoutt.blogspot.com/feeds/6854469243334141850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shoutoutt.blogspot.com/2010/11/does-everything-happens-for-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420916136800145021/posts/default/6854469243334141850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420916136800145021/posts/default/6854469243334141850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutoutt.blogspot.com/2010/11/does-everything-happens-for-good.html' title='Week 1 over, still waiting for the result…..'/><author><name>ani geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07512861749431666242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
