Yesterday, in preparation for my second opinion with Dr. Price, I picked up a copy of my MRI on CD, and a paper copy of the report.
And this is why I am in so much f-ing pain.
It’s affirming (I am not the biggest cry baby in the land; it’s truly a hot mess in there) if a wee bit horrifying (“stumps”?! Eeek! 
). It certainly matches the spectacular bruising I’ve had across my backside.
The bright side… my semimembranosus is intact. Woo-hoo! One monkey still clinging to the branch.
My PT brought out the Stim that morning towards trying to prevent hardening of the hematoma. It felt like caterpillars running over the back of my leg.
And later in the day my little poet brought me these words. Little gifts. Keep ’em comin’, universe.
Den of Positivity 