Like a great many Wyomingites, I
suffer from persistent pains in my neck and back. More particularly, my neck
has bothered me for 12 years, ever since I herniated a disk.
Earlier this summer, I offered to
help my wife Nancy move some heavy plants and, yowsir, something popped and I
was in awful pain.
Now my neck does odd things when I
mess it up – this time, it resulted in horrible spasms in my lower back. Until
I put my trusty neck brace on, I was gimping around. A pathetic sight.
Anyway, zoom ahead to mid-September
in Casper, where a pain wizard named Dr. Todd Hammond gave my neck a shot of steroids
and things are on the mend. His crew of TJae, Lydia, Oneta, and a couple of
other pleasant nurses, wheeled me into what looked like the flight deck of the
Starship Enterprise. Within 20 minutes, I was done.
But the journey was an interesting
one with many twists and turns.
First my Physician Assistant Jim
Hutchison at the Lander Medical clinic recommended physical therapy with Tom Davis
at Fremont Therapy here in Lander. Some
stretching, some heat, and some “dry needling” (now that is a unique pain) got
me back on the feet, literally.
It took awhile to get the
appointment for my shot, as first as there was the need for an MRI procedure. Jim lined it up at SageWest Hospital in
Lander. It showed problems with my neck vertebrae but it also showed a
suspicious lump on my thyroid – oops. If
it was over 2 cm, it needed a biopsy. What? Cancer? Not the BIG C?
Later it was another trip to the
hospital for that procedure Radiologist Perry Cook is an old friend and she is
always enthusiastic. As I was lying there waiting for the biopsy, she came roaring
in the room and said these nodules were usually benign. “But if it is cancer,
you’ve got the best kind of cancer!”
Perry finished #1 in her class at
Duke Medical School. I trust her and I expected her to be forthright with me. Somehow
this conversation was getting disconcerting, though.
When it comes to cancer, I come
from a blessed family. My parents never had cancer. My 10 siblings (aged 56 to 76) have only had
one cancer exposure, which my younger sister Mary seems to manage very well
about 10 years ago. For us Sniffins, there is supposed to be no cancer. No BIG
C. What the heck! Why me??
Then they did the biopsy and Perry
was right, it was benign. Whew! I kept thinking how fortunate it would have
been to catch this possible cancer while doing a routine MRI of my neck
vertebrae. Thanks to her colleague Dr. Edwin Butler for spotting it.
So now it was on to Casper.
When I first hurt my neck 12 years
ago, Dr. Hammond had given me two separate steroid shots after I had been
scheduled for surgery. Luckily I healed fast, came to my senses, and avoided
the surgery.
This time around, perhaps there may
have been another reason for my neck pain. Our brilliant daughter Shelli
Johnson (and she is brilliant – check out www.yourepiclife.com).
She routinely goes on 30-mile hikes in the Wind River Mountains. As a life
coach, she also leads high-powered business gals from all across the USA on
trips to Zion and Grand Canyon. She twice won first in the world for best
tourism web site with www.yellowstonepark.com. These awards are called the
Webbys.
But this column is about her
smartphone. And mine, too.
When I told her about my neck, she said
there is a national epidemic of “tech neck,” caused by people arching their 10-pound
heads at a 4 0-degree angle checking their smart phones for 3-4 hours a day.
She said she suffers from it and is trying to wean herself from looking at her
phone that way. My wife said that I must have been suffering from it, too. I
hate to admit that she is right on this.
Ether way, my neck is better
(thank-you Doc) and I now hold my phone straight out in front of me. I think my head might weigh more than 10
pounds and I know I have a tender neck, thus “tech neck” might hurt me even
worse than the average person. In the meantime, I hope this column helps cure a
whole bunch of stiff and sore necks among my readers.
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