I just need to whine a little, I hope you don't mind.
Remember back in August when I took that graceful little spill out in front of my neighbor's house? And I broke my foot and wore that awesome boot around for two months? And then when I got the boot off my foot was so swollen and stiff that I still couldn't walk normally for several weeks? Right about that time (October, if you're counting), my back started hurting. It was just a little twinge now and then, kind of like maybe a pinched nerve or something. It got progressively worse, and I wondered if my ancient bed were somehow to blame...
So Dennis and I decided it was time for a new bed. My back was hurting, his knees and hips were hurting, and in 20+ years of marriage, we have never bought a new bed, so it was REALLY time.
Well, in spite of the new bed, my dang back kept hurting, and if you want to know the truth, it was getting worse. But these things usually go away on their own, right? RIGHT??!!??? Now that I'm several months older and wiser, I realize that I was OH. SO. WRONG.
I've been in pretty much constant pain for over six months now. I've been to the doctor, who prescribed anti-inflammatories, which I took faithfully for two weeks and didn't notice any difference until I stopped taking them. Then I noticed a significant increase in the pain. Then I ventured into the new and painful world of chiropractic medicine. I got lucky because the chiropractor I've been seeing also uses accupuncture and Chinese herbal medicine to promote healing. YAY! Needles, my favorite!! And since I've been seeing the chiropractor, the pain has been at least double what it was, plus new pain, including bruises, where I have been "treated" by the sadistic torture man (I meant to say chiropractor, but my fingers slipped a little...)
So I find myself at an impasse. I actually really like the sadistic torture man, he's really nice and funny, except when he's trying to beat me to death or twist my head off or poke my back full of electric needles. But I'm in so much pain, and it ebbs and flows, and I'm starting to worry that it won't ever get any better.
The chiropractor said he's pretty sure that after my foot injury, with all my limping and hobbling, I irritated something in my back, and then never took care of it so it could get better (he used some right proper medical terms to describe this to me, but since I don't speak right proper medical, I can't be expected to remember any of it).
So I find myself not sleeping well, in pain 90% of the time (loose estimate, that), cranky and sad. I don't know if I should keep seeing that dang torture man--he's confident that he can fix it, but he makes me cry, and I don't like it! Or is there another route of treatment I could try that won't hurt and that will help me feel better? I feel pretty darn sorry for myself, that's for sure! (As if you couldn't tell--you can thank me later for pointing out the obvious...)
Yeah, and it's raining today, too. Happy Monday!
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