Pain Pain Go Away...
I wasn’t quite sure what to title this entry...it could have been "the summer that wasn’t" or "it’s my back pain and I’ll cry if I want to". These and many more would certainly describe the past 3 months.
It all started with a bit of Spring gardening...I think...I mean with back pain you are never really sure where it started.....one day you are fine and the next day you turn to grab that cute pink sweater and you are frozen in place. So, I think, it started with pulling some ivy in the garden. A little back pain, a little advil, and all will be fine....fine that is until you find that your taking the advil like candy, on an empty stomach, and you begin to wonder if the intense nausea that has developed over the past 3 days is one of those "surprise... the vasectomy has backfired" situations. So I head to the Dr. to find that it was the advil that fired back causing a bit of an ulcer.
With that under control, and the sun shining, I head out to ride a friend’s horse. His name was Gus (the horse, not the friend) with the emphasis on the letter U...because that was his shape. Sway back doesn’t quite describe this old guy, but a friend in need........
I should have run...run like the wind...but I didn’t. I bounced on that horse like a teatter-totter ride on caffiene. The next day I was frozen like last summer’s Otter Pop.
The pain was horrible, and with all good pain killers off limits due to the advil mishap, I pop a few tylenol and settle into the recliner for the next two months. No, that is not a typo....
Two months of "Drake and Josh"and I had those scripts down like a desperate stage mother. I also know 65 ways to serve shrimp, 7 restaurants where I want to stop and eat the next time I travel Route 66, and I can flip your house faster than a pancake. However my back still hurt. So off I go to the Chiropractor, who sent me to the physical therapist who had me stand in front of the mirror and squeeze my buns together for 3 sets of 30. Somehow, though I can’t imagine why, this DIDN’T HELP. So out the door I went buns a blazing!
With the flame of hope down to a tiny flicker, I was given the name of another physical therapist and I soon learned that yes, angels do sometimes have red hair. She’s great, and although my back is still not "back" to normal...we are finally headed in the right direction.....just in time for school shopping......which, let’s be honest, is where the good drugs really do come in handy.
It all started with a bit of Spring gardening...I think...I mean with back pain you are never really sure where it started.....one day you are fine and the next day you turn to grab that cute pink sweater and you are frozen in place. So, I think, it started with pulling some ivy in the garden. A little back pain, a little advil, and all will be fine....fine that is until you find that your taking the advil like candy, on an empty stomach, and you begin to wonder if the intense nausea that has developed over the past 3 days is one of those "surprise... the vasectomy has backfired" situations. So I head to the Dr. to find that it was the advil that fired back causing a bit of an ulcer.
With that under control, and the sun shining, I head out to ride a friend’s horse. His name was Gus (the horse, not the friend) with the emphasis on the letter U...because that was his shape. Sway back doesn’t quite describe this old guy, but a friend in need........
I should have run...run like the wind...but I didn’t. I bounced on that horse like a teatter-totter ride on caffiene. The next day I was frozen like last summer’s Otter Pop.
The pain was horrible, and with all good pain killers off limits due to the advil mishap, I pop a few tylenol and settle into the recliner for the next two months. No, that is not a typo....
Two months of "Drake and Josh"and I had those scripts down like a desperate stage mother. I also know 65 ways to serve shrimp, 7 restaurants where I want to stop and eat the next time I travel Route 66, and I can flip your house faster than a pancake. However my back still hurt. So off I go to the Chiropractor, who sent me to the physical therapist who had me stand in front of the mirror and squeeze my buns together for 3 sets of 30. Somehow, though I can’t imagine why, this DIDN’T HELP. So out the door I went buns a blazing!
With the flame of hope down to a tiny flicker, I was given the name of another physical therapist and I soon learned that yes, angels do sometimes have red hair. She’s great, and although my back is still not "back" to normal...we are finally headed in the right direction.....just in time for school shopping......which, let’s be honest, is where the good drugs really do come in handy.
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