on my knees, trying to be heard
Well, yesterday I went in for my second steroid shot. It hurt so much more than the first time that I was actually sobbing by the time they were done. This entire second experience has been so much different than the first, I think it must be a testament to how much more fucked up the left side of my spine is compared to my right. I'm praying, and asking everyone else to pray, that it works this time. I want my life back. I'm sick and frustrated with having to live each day in excessive amounts of pain. I'm sick of not being able to do even a quarter of my normal activities. Lately I haven't even been able to sleep, the pain has kept me up all night and hasn't allowed me to lie down. Last night was the first time in two days that I was able to sleep, thanks to whatever numbing agent they inject with the steroid. Please, please, please, let this work!
Krys brought me a beautiful bouquet of lilies the other day, so they would be here when I came home from having the shot yesterday. Seeing them made me feel so much better after that traumatic ordeal. They're so lovely, and fill the entire living room and dining room with their fragrance.
On Sunday I had the chance to see "Madame Butterfly" at the Ordway with my mom. That was the first opera I had ever seen, way back when I was a kid, and it was such a treat to see it again after so many years. It was even better than I remember, possibly because I'm older now and have a better grasp of what was going on. The tenor was ah-may-zing, and I even enjoyed the soprano (normally their voices are too piercing for me to tolerate). A very wonderful experience.
A week ago Sunday was Easter, and what an eventful day that was! I had to services to sing in, the first was at 6:30 in the morning at Lakewood cemetery. I arrived at 6 to practice my solo with the accompanist, but she wasn't there... and time ticked on and she still didn't come, and I'm starting to think, "oh boy, she overslept like she feared she would and now what?" Five minutes before the service is to start the pastor sits down by me with this sheepish smile on her face, and I just knew she was going to ask me to lead the hymn singing. Plus my solo was the first thing on the docket. 6:30 came, Sandy still wasn't here, so we just rolled with it. I've never done a solo completely a cappella before. My entire body went numb, it was so weird. But there was nothing for it but to stand up and do it, and afterward people just thought it was amazing, and some even told me I should sing without accompaniment more often. Poor Sandy finally got there about halfway through the service, so she could take over leading the hymns from the piano, but that was an interesting experience... and I think I'm glad for it, too. The second service was at the church at 10:30, and that went well, though I'm very glad it's all over for another year. I'm feeling a little burnt out.
Krys brought me a beautiful bouquet of lilies the other day, so they would be here when I came home from having the shot yesterday. Seeing them made me feel so much better after that traumatic ordeal. They're so lovely, and fill the entire living room and dining room with their fragrance.
On Sunday I had the chance to see "Madame Butterfly" at the Ordway with my mom. That was the first opera I had ever seen, way back when I was a kid, and it was such a treat to see it again after so many years. It was even better than I remember, possibly because I'm older now and have a better grasp of what was going on. The tenor was ah-may-zing, and I even enjoyed the soprano (normally their voices are too piercing for me to tolerate). A very wonderful experience.
A week ago Sunday was Easter, and what an eventful day that was! I had to services to sing in, the first was at 6:30 in the morning at Lakewood cemetery. I arrived at 6 to practice my solo with the accompanist, but she wasn't there... and time ticked on and she still didn't come, and I'm starting to think, "oh boy, she overslept like she feared she would and now what?" Five minutes before the service is to start the pastor sits down by me with this sheepish smile on her face, and I just knew she was going to ask me to lead the hymn singing. Plus my solo was the first thing on the docket. 6:30 came, Sandy still wasn't here, so we just rolled with it. I've never done a solo completely a cappella before. My entire body went numb, it was so weird. But there was nothing for it but to stand up and do it, and afterward people just thought it was amazing, and some even told me I should sing without accompaniment more often. Poor Sandy finally got there about halfway through the service, so she could take over leading the hymns from the piano, but that was an interesting experience... and I think I'm glad for it, too. The second service was at the church at 10:30, and that went well, though I'm very glad it's all over for another year. I'm feeling a little burnt out.