Friday, September 27, 2013
I recently Blogged about the pain in my back. Little did I know at that time that I would be in the throws of a full fledged attack from my spine for over a week. It has definitely been a wild ride...to say the least!!
I wound up going to an Ortho doctor that I was referred to. Needless to say...I was soooo not impressed! This doctor was in the room less than five minutes and, basically, said he would send me to physical therapy and re-assess in a month. That did not set well with me. First of all, I am a patient he has never seen before. He barely even looked at my chart. He asked ME what the MRI results said without even looking for himself. And he is going to shuffle me off to physical therapy in three minutes flat? Needless to say, I will not be going back to him again. No way. I mean, really. At least PRETEND to care a little bit about me before you take my money.
I wound up being out of work for three whole days because I couldn't stand the pain. I had to rummage through my nightstand and find pain medication from one of my previous ER visits for my back. And, this is not your low dose stuff. This is Vicadin, Lortab and whatever else that said "to relieve pain" on the outside of the bottle. I have never hurt so badly in my life! For three days I consisted on saltine crackers and Coca-Cola because I was so nauseated from the pain. I should be happy about losing 7 pounds...but not the way I lost it.
But, on a happier note, I wound up going to a Pain Management facility and they reviewed my MRI's and talked with me about my "episodes". I was quite happy with them because they seemed to really care about my well being. The doctor said that it could possibly be that a disc is getting pinched and leaking fluid on to a nerve, which causes it to become inflamed, and the nerves are emanating pain through my whole back and torso and that's when I have an "episode". He said the next time it happens (God forbid!) to come in and they will see what they can do. He said they could do exploratory surgery but that might do more harm than good. Duh...and no thanks!!
I am now back to my old self...as if nothing ever happened. Weird, huh?! I must say that my dear husband took wonderful care of me during all of this. He was so kind and caring. Even though he couldn't ease my pain, he kept track of my medications and doled them out when it was time (I sure couldn't do it! I was delirious!), gave me ice packs, heating pads, cool wash cloths, the whole nine yards! He is definitely a keeper!!!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
I will start by saying...I love Yoga. I do what I can with all I've got...and that's alot! After my initial two Yoga sessions with slim, slinky Yoga girl I found myself in some pain. Not just normal pain. That pain that says "Dang, girl! You done did somethin you ain't suppose to!!!"
And, again, I don't blame it on the Yoga. When you sit all day answering phone calls and you have a sedentary lifestyle at work and at home...what can you expect when you suddenly start doing something. And, I had noticed several weeks ago when I would get up from my desk I would have a "catch" in my lower portion of my back or my hip or somewhere down there...and I would think "Crap! I hate getting old!"
So, it has just culminated to the point where I couldn't ignore it any longer and I had to go whining to the doctor. Then, I feel like a hypochondriac. This hurts...that's not moving right...it reminds me of that cheerleading chant "My back is achin, my pants too tight! My body's shakin from the left to the right! Ugh!! Un-gow-a! Wildcat's got the power!!"
Anywho!! Two MRI's later...I know I have 3 bulging discs and two places of degenerative bone disease (I already knew that one) in my lower back. Mid back is OK..."no stenosis" she said. Insurance won't bay for upper back so I get to wait til I go to Ortho doc and see what he wants to do. Hopefully, we will help me get rid of my kinks and cracks and get me back to some form of normalcy. And, I already know what he's going to say. GET MOVING!!! LOSE WEIGHT!!!
Yes, sir, doctor! On my way!!! Slim, slinky Yoga girl...here I come!!!
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
The girls that I work with are awesome! There are six of us and we compliment each other so well! We are always coming up with ways to "improve" ourselves. One of my coworkers has a beautiful, young, flexible daughter who is now a Yoga instructor. She graciously offered to come on Tuesdays after work and give us group instruction. Last week was my first week to attend. Thankfully, there were only three of us that were able to attend...so that means there were only two of my co-workers that saw how totally out of shape I am. Now, I have done Yoga before, at home in the privacy of my living room with no one else around except the dog. I even relegated DH to the back room until I was done. It was your basic, beginner Yoga video and I thought I did quite well! That was over two years ago. Today, I am realizing how totally out of shape I truly am!
Downward Dog is the bain of my existence! You are on all fours...with your butt stuck up in the air...waiting...and waiting. Instructor says "Now, stretch your right leg out straight behind you, remembering to breathe. Now, lift your left arm up, straight forward. Don't forget to breathe!" Something like that. When she told me to lift my right leg...I kind of zoned out. What the....how....dang! That hurts!!! And, do you know how hard it is in the first place for a 260 pound woman to hold up all that poundage in a downward dog position??? It's hard! My wrists are killing me...all the blood is rushing to my head...my boobage is slapping me in the face...and some cute, little, thin girl in a cute, little Spandex leggin thingy is telling me to "breathe". Puleeeeeze!!! And, that's just one pose! We have the Plank, Warrior One, Happy Baby, Crow (forget that one), Cobra...and more that I don't even know the name of. And, my Happy Baby ain't that happy.
Luckily, she is a wonderful instructor and is very patient and caring about us old, worn out, stove up, inflexible women who have worn themselves out over the years. And, I can honestly say, after two weeks I do, indeed, feel better. Not during...definitely not during...but after. Like...a day after. My neck is still sore, my lower back is sore and my arms are sore. But, it's a good sore. Maybe my baby will be happy before too long. But, don't count on that downward dog to feel any better!!!
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
It's hard to look deep into yourself, sometimes. It wears me out more than an hour of physical exercise (which I haven't done in quite some time...unless you count extreme house cleaning). Maybe it's because I have been on auto pilot for so long. Going through the motions and not thinking. Which has led to a bout of depression. Self examination, self contemplation, self awareness, self anything has just been something that I have avoided. But, there comes a point when you can't look the other way. You have to deal with it. So, if I'm going to deal with it...it's going to be head on. No more dancing around the issues.
As some of my SparkFriends know, my daughter died a little over two years ago. That, I know, is what sent me into a downward spiral. I think it would to anybody. Numbness set in and left me all but a shell of my former self. I use to enjoy getting out and going and doing. Not any more. I can come home from work and hibernate until it's time to go to work the next day. Weekends are more of the same. I use to love going to yard sales, estate sales, going to the beach and sitting on the Boardwalk, going with friends to eat. Nope. I can stay in the house and piddle all weekend long and not even step outside of the house. Which makes for a clean house...but that's not the point.
And, Lord knows, dear hubby has been more than patient and understanding. I know he feels the same pain as I am feeling, but he is handling it much better than I am. He is Super Hubby! If it wasn't for him I don't know what I would do! He has patiently and gingerly guided me to the realization that I have to crawl my way out of my hole. He talked me into trying out for a play (something I loved to do in the past) and connecting with new people. I truly enjoyed it. And, he got "volunteered" for a part as well and did a fabulous job! And, although, he is nudging me back in to the "real world"...I know I have to make the effort to re-connect. He can't do it for me. I have to do it myself.
So, here comes the hard part for me. The self-examining, the digging down deep and understanding myself again. Motivating myself to get out and go and do and start participating in life again. And, that means getting re-activated in SparkPeople. Getting my body fit again by logging my food and exercise so I can see my progress (and see where I need to work on things). Getting out and just walking around the neighborhood would help my mood tremendously. I know that. Maybe I'll even hit a yard sale this weekend! But, let's just take it one step at a time.
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