don’t ever look at x-rays of yourself, trust me on this

That was not exactly the weekend I had hoped for, wanted, or needed. But it happened, I’ve lived to tell the tale, and I’m getting on with life. Sometimes that’s the best that can be said.

Friday night Lancelot and I went out for a rather amazing sushi dinner. My back felt decent, the food was amazing, and the conversation and company was impeccable. The rest of the evening at home is none of your business and that should tell you all you need to know.

It is near impossible to get a serious photo of him, which is interesting because his demeanor is very often serious.

Anyway, moving on. Saturday morning I could barely get out of bed I was in so much pain. I wasn’t sure what the hell I had done (nothing like that, honest) so I decided it was time for an ER visit. I was afraid I was going to have a full on lock-up and not be able to move at all.

The ER doc was like most, he seemed to assume that since I have multiple mental health diagnoses that I just wanted drugs. Not bloody likely, asshole. They did x-rays, which was the only useful part of the visit, and offered me several medications – all of which would have interacted with things I have to take. So I left with a recommendation of hot showers and a TENS unit.

This little sucker is my new bestie. That little control unit connects to pads that I put on my back and it sends little electrical jolts into the muscles. It works wonderfully for me and was a whopping $33 at Target.

So yeah, now I’m waiting to hear from the chiropractor to see what the next move is. I got a CD with the x-ray images from the ER people and I will happily turn that over to him. I finally, after nearly 20 minutes, figured out how to view them myself. It’s not seeing my bones that bothered me, not at all. It was seeing the outlines of my flesh, all of that extra “me” that I carry around, that bothers me. But I’ve got my walking clothes with me and the plan is to be on the track after work. Slowly but surely, I will get there.

I *will* get there.

how to kick my own ass

My back is still sore but might be getting better. This morning the chiropractor did something he called “dry needling” that involved very fine, very long needles that he tapped into the muscle knots and then attached to electrodes. Funky, to say the least. But it seems to have helped. I’m sitting on my ice pack again but I feel reasonable.

Lancelot and I are going out tonight and I’m rather excited. I had to get spiffed up for work today so I’m a little nicer looking than your average Friday. I’m even sporting new jewelry I  made. Most importantly, I’m comfortable.

I’d had the materials to make this set for well over a year, maybe closer to two. The beads and crystals are all a deep garnet and the earrings are identical to the focal rose on the necklace. I think it looks really nice. And yes, that’s a bit of my desk in the background. It’s very eclectic in here, just like me.

Anyway, I’ve got a list of stuff to do that’s roughly a mile long and I have zero desire to do any of it. Story of my life.


My back isn’t getting any better. This is frustrating me and my chiropractor. He can’t get anything to pop because the muscles are just so damn tight. I’m now doing ice, Tylenol, and exercises with a lacrosse ball. And it still hurts.

But I’m trying, and that’s what matters.

This morning, in spite of the ick, I decided it was time to kick myself in the ass again. I managed to do my normal morning chores, including making my bed, and I finished a shawl. No picture because it was dark and I still need to weave in the ends. But still, progress.

Tonight I’m heading back to the gym to walk the track with Dr. K. Lest ye be worried about my back let me reassure you that walking is actually very good exercise in this case. I’ll be gentle.

Lancelot and I are already talking about weekend plans and those plans include getting some projects done at both my house and his apartment. I’m looking forward to it. I may even try making my shampoo bars.