Having back pain is no fun whatsoever. The whole time I was stuck in bed, I thought about things I wanted to do, should be doing, could be doing, ought to have done... I made a shopping list for WalMart that would have taken me three days to get from their store to my house.
I read like a maniac, which is to say I read through all the books and journals within reach. I finished a novel about a
Quaker girl who marries a man in Colorado in 1917 and starts a ranch in the middle of The Dust Bowl. I made it most of the way through "
Calculus Simplified". I started
Molly Ivins' "
Bushwacked", but it was too scary and sad. Not much better in that respect was "
The Creature From Jekyll Island", about the Federal Reserve Bank (which the author points out is not federal, not a bank, and has no reserves.) And I tortured myself reading "
The Cheese Primer", because page after page told me about lovely French goat cheeses, and what fruits go well with them, and what wines, and every paragraph seems to have the words "crusty French bread" in it.
It was interesting to see friends fly in and out of my house like Winged Monkeys. They came to cook, to clean, and to entertain. I grew weary of eating soup out of a can sideways, and they rescued me from that. They cleaned my MoHair Rugs (everywhere you looked, there was Mo' Hair from the cat) and now I can see the hardwood floors again. I bless them all and promise to return the favors when applicable.
I finally got an appointment at The Pain Center. The anesthesiologist who consulted with me apparenly operates on the Incentive and Motivational Theory of Pain Management: he offered to stick a big needle into my back and I suddenly realized how much better I was feeling. I did tell him that I felt we were just getting ahead of the curve for the Next Episode. Too bad I'm so sure that there will be a Next Episode.
At least I have my strategy all worked out for then. Except for how to give a 27 pound kitty his morning pill while reclining in a waterbed. He's like a greased toddler when it comes to doing anything he doesn't want to. (I don' wanna! You can't make me!) I am smarter (I *am*! I am!!) and I have opposable thumbs, so the deck is stacked in my favor.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying the wonderful spring weather and the ability to go where I want to when I want to and do what I want to. Thank you, Goddess for the sense to be grateful and make the most of my opportunities.
Bright Blessings,
Spiral Crone
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posted by Spiral Crone -- 11:37 AM.
Haloscan:
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Blogger:
I, too, am glad you are finally out of bed and about in this glorious spring. Is it still spring where you are?
On the 23rd day, she arose from the bed...
