I call the doctor’s office on Monday morning to get my appointment time.
Wednesday April 4. As in two days from now. 2 freaking days. I have only known one other person to get an MRI appointment within a week. And it wasn’t a good thing. Not at all. It meant that the doctor knew things were pretty bleak for that person. Which the MRI totally confirmed.
So I panic. I am completely hysterical. I’m not an idiot – I have googled periosteal reaction. I know what can cause it. But I’m horrified that I’ve been “expedited” this quickly. I’m also thrilled, as we can then start to fix me. But I’m mostly horrified. It is worse than I thought.