I hurt enough today that I bowed out of my regular sewing circle with my Rendezvous friends. FH came home early from the Hunter Safety class he helps teach and took me to a doctor.
The physician we saw has ordered an MRI to see if there is any additional damage to my spine versus a tumor or even a pinched nerve. He also mentioned "confirming the spina bifida diagnosis" from my early adulthood.
Dude. I saw the x-rays myself. There was a hole in the vertebra where no hole should be. Apparently working with fossil bones and anatomy isn't good enough for me to understand when a hole isn't supposed to be in a spinal column. Who knew?
I suppose Daddy was right when he said, "Doctors are practicing."
Someone will be calling me on Monday to schedule the test. I'm not overly pleased about it, since I detest enclosed spaces and those machines are loud. Hopefully the insurance will cover the nice open MRI at different hospital.