I could not make this story up if I tried...well maybe I could but it's true..
Sometime in late September I started having pain in my lower back which I reluctantly went to the doctor for who gave me a prescription to basically go away, which is exactly why I'm always so reluctant to go to the doctor. That one week of meds didn't help so I went back, and an X-ray was ordered which determined that there were no bulging discs and the space between my vertebrates looked normal. So the doctor changed the meds, giving me an actual entire month's supply this time, and also prescribed physical therapy which I started today.
I went in to talk to the physical therapist describing my pain as feeling like a Barbie whose leg wasn't quite connected right - you know how she gets when her leg falls off and you can't quite get it back in the way it's supposed to be - that's how low the pain is...almost in the hip but not quite...
Upon feeling me out (literally) and determining that it wasn't really the lower back or the hip joint itself, it wasn't a sciatic nerve or bursitis - between cheek rubs he said, and I quote:
"This is what we lovingly refer to as a plain old PITA."
I started laughing.
"Oh you know what a PITA is huh?"
"Well I do have a husband and two kids.."
Best. Diagnosis. Ever! I couldn't be more proud!
Who knew that a PITA was an actual diagnosis?