I was told by my internist to go to the hospital and so...

 

...We went... and got home after lunchtime.

I had called to get his opinion, and that is when one of his nurses said he wasn't in, and then she said she would call him and fairly soon she called me back and said he said to go to the hospital!

You fall, and even when it was five days ago... "go to the hospital", is the pat answer!

I apparently only have Lumboscral and Thoracic strains from the fall that a Lidocaine patch has been prescribed.

I am currently waiting for my doctor's approval. before they will at the RX fill the prescription.

The interesting part is they did CAT scans of my neck (cervical), thoracic, lumbar, and sacral spine too!

This is what is the first line of the first report "A small catheter is identified within the upper aspect of the lumbar spinal canal extending superiorly into the thoracic region."

So I wondered why so high?

And I looked it up, and it is placed mid-spine due to me having weakness in my lower and upper extremities. " Conclusions: Placement of the intraspinal component of a baclofen pump via the foramen magnum is a viable alternative for patients with spastic quadriparesis with prior lumbar fusion. The tip of the spinal catheter can be similarly positioned in the thoracic region to the placement of traditional lumbar pumps. In our series, there were no adverse sequelae related to the surgery or catheter positioning."https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/15952029/#:

Anyway, I also found out that besides my minor damage due to the fall my DDD degenerate disc disease, has gotten severe in a few locations, and that also affects my walking. 

The most severe areas are my L2-all the way through to S1 which means lumbar to sacral, where it says severe narrowing space and disc degenerative changes.

So it was coincidental that my stiff legs started from the fall!

Mystery solved, and yes, Dr. M you were right much is muscular-skeletal.

This is why this is so late!!!

TTYT?

And so we must go for now.

Please be smart as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway for the fun of it, so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl who had been looking at me in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named? And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though, some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. And here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Below is my new PIC, which had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, on his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!
Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!