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.