Wednesday, September 21, 2011

If you need me, I'll be in bed.

Week two of "you may do nothing" as ordered by the doctor.  Muscle relaxants have now been added to the drug-list, and I'm supposed to take my first tonight before bed.  I hate taking medication, but I hate not being able to do anything even more, so I'll do it.

My back has gotten a bit better, but not nearly enough to say that I'm good for much of anything.  Doing nothing is maddening.  I've devoured many magazines, watched many movies, and generally have refined the art of using time without using the body.  Thankfully, I have also lost the weight I put on right after this happened, since extra weight's not so good for the spine.  My stomach finally seems to have made peace with the reality that no moving = less food.

It was a different doctor I saw yesterday (mine's on vacation,) and he thinks it might be the beginnings of a herniated disc.  The good news is that even if it is, these usually improve with rest, but the bad news is it would never be as good as new.

And still no scan has been done, which means it's really all opinions and waiting right now.
Back to bed.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The wavering column

As mentioned previously, I've gone and mucked up my spine.  At work, of all places, doing something so banal it isn't even worth discussing.  (Ok, I was lifting a big pot full of eggs, if you really must know.)

Who'd have thought that after a week of grueling surf-lessons, fighting rip-tides and even getting whacked in the face by my own surfboard (it only happened once,) that I'd muck up my back, at work doing something I often do?

In fact, I didn't even think I'd hurt it seriously on Saturday when it happened (I figured I'd strained a muscle,) so I went to work on Sunday thinking that moving would help it to feel better, but by the end of the shift I was trying not to burst into tears.  That it hadn't reacted at all like a muscle strain was my first clue that it might not have been a simple little twinge I'd felt the day prior.

I have now seen a medical professional, and the good doctor has instructed me to take crazy anti-inflammatories that make me feel dumb, to move as little as possible, and to let him know if it's better by Monday.  If not, I'll be heading to the "scanner".  It is high excitement time in my house, oh yes.  Why just today, so far, whilst sitting on the couch moving very little, I managed to whittle the size of my email inbox down from 19 pages to 4.  I have also managed to read through all the flyers and local papers we've received over the last 2 weeks.  Additionally, I have entered 3 online contests (pick me for the free trip to Toronto, Belgacom!)  The list of achievements is stunning, I know.  I'm already stir-crazy.

And there will be no half-marathon in London, it seems.  Pounding 21 kilometres a mere 2 weeks after hurting your back is a very bad idea says the doctor.  Mind youuu, the cutoff time for the race is 3.5 hours, which means if I could walk each kilometer in 10 minutes or less... then technically I could still do the race?  Not sure that's a good idea either, though.  Hmph.  I'm trying to see the bright side of this all, and have been telling myself that maybe if I'd RUN the race I might have re-injured my achilles tendon, as it would have been a little soon to be putting that kind of distance on it.  I'll have to find a way to make something of it that seems positive.  I know... perhaps I could dress up as a snail, walk the race and come dead last?


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Bye bye, fruit fly.

Alright.  So I was in Spain for a week, and I will talk about that soon, but first I really need to show you this.


Last night, while trying to sit comfortably (I've gone and messed up my back at work,) and read with a glass of wine, a fruit fly kept harassing me.  Just one.  Eventually I got so ticked off with it not leaving me alone coupled with my inability to move to kill it, or to move much at all really, that I decided to try something I'd read about.  Apple-cider vinegar in a cup with a few drops of dish-detergent stirred in.  I placed it near my reading location, and like magic the little bugger found his way in and promptly drowned himself.

20 minutes later I glanced at my newly created trap and saw exactly THAT (the picture above.)  Holy crap, where did they all come from?  It had only been 20 minutes!

Anyhow.  Just sayin' that if you hate fruit flies... now you know what to do.

Chitika