Friday, November 27, 2009
Here's how I dealt with it at the two Thanksgiving gatherings I was at yesterday... I would purpose to leave my beverage across the room, so that when an electrical jolt hit or the ants started marching, I'd just get up and slowly work my way over to my beverage. That way it sorta really didn't look like I was too fidgety and couldn't sit still...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I saw the neurosurgeon on the 16th and he said an unwise doctor would be eager to immediately open me up and put in rods, pins, and plates. He said that he isn't an unwise doctor. His advice is to increase my Calcium and Vitamin D, be wise with my back, wean off the pain killers/narcotics, and it should heal itself. In six months, check back with him.
Yay! No surgery. That's good. However, mixed in with the low back aches, along comes the tingling and numbness from the neuropathy.
Why my rambling lament? Well, living on my own and single and stuff, stuff does not get done around the apartment that needs to b/c I'm either too sore, or too tuckered from the aches to want to do any thing but lay on the couch with my legs propped up. And the longer the stuff does not get done, the more cranky I get with myself. The other lament/whine is purposing to be positive when others who do have people to help them, give greater distress and lament for their aches. See, I told you I was going to be rambling. Thanks for listening, Abba Father!
Lord help me, please. I simply just am asking for comfort or something. To buck up and deal with it. But I don't want to buck up. But if I don't, then nothing gets done. And it's just safer to unload here b/c I know I won't have someone staring back at me to let me know that someone else, or they themselves, has it worse. It just feels good to unload somewhere where I think someone might pass this along to Papa God, and to help me keep on continuing to be praying to Him through the good days and the days when the clouds are a tad bit darker.
Yay! No surgery. That's good. However, mixed in with the low back aches, along comes the tingling and numbness from the neuropathy.
Why my rambling lament? Well, living on my own and single and stuff, stuff does not get done around the apartment that needs to b/c I'm either too sore, or too tuckered from the aches to want to do any thing but lay on the couch with my legs propped up. And the longer the stuff does not get done, the more cranky I get with myself. The other lament/whine is purposing to be positive when others who do have people to help them, give greater distress and lament for their aches. See, I told you I was going to be rambling. Thanks for listening, Abba Father!
Lord help me, please. I simply just am asking for comfort or something. To buck up and deal with it. But I don't want to buck up. But if I don't, then nothing gets done. And it's just safer to unload here b/c I know I won't have someone staring back at me to let me know that someone else, or they themselves, has it worse. It just feels good to unload somewhere where I think someone might pass this along to Papa God, and to help me keep on continuing to be praying to Him through the good days and the days when the clouds are a tad bit darker.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I had an MRI this morn for a certain jet ski "incident" in August. The results came back... lumbar compression fracture and a bulging disc. I'm scheduled for a DexaScan to measure bone density, etc. this coming Friday afternoon; then a neurosurgeon visit on October 16th. With the neuropathy mixed in, it confuses the body as to what is pain, hurt or tingling...
Granted, I've abused my back for decades... Summer of '83 in helping my brothers build a shop/hangar, watching them scurry up and down the rafters like cats, I tried to emulate them one day while they were in for lunch. I made it to the top! Yay! Oh, um, how do I get down? I turned, slipped and fell some 14ft on my back on to a sand pile. I didn't tell anyone in the family until telling one sister a couple years ago. Plus, I've managed to break my tailbone on two different occasions. There also was the nasty fall on/off stage during dress rehearsal with "Man of La Mancha" at BSC in 2007.
And now this jet ski incident in August where I managed to lodge it on a sand bar... Whoddathunk a jet ski could provide so much fun! Anyone want to go snowmobiling this winter?!
Granted, I've abused my back for decades... Summer of '83 in helping my brothers build a shop/hangar, watching them scurry up and down the rafters like cats, I tried to emulate them one day while they were in for lunch. I made it to the top! Yay! Oh, um, how do I get down? I turned, slipped and fell some 14ft on my back on to a sand pile. I didn't tell anyone in the family until telling one sister a couple years ago. Plus, I've managed to break my tailbone on two different occasions. There also was the nasty fall on/off stage during dress rehearsal with "Man of La Mancha" at BSC in 2007.
And now this jet ski incident in August where I managed to lodge it on a sand bar... Whoddathunk a jet ski could provide so much fun! Anyone want to go snowmobiling this winter?!
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