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Things are progressing slowly with my back, but I believe they finally *are* progressing, so that's something. On Thursday I went to the chiropractor (I've had to go twice a week for the past month), and he tried something new, told me to see if that helped. If it did, I was to make another appointment with him, if it didn't I was to make an appointment with my doctor and discuss the next step. The next step is surgery and I know this without having to go to the doctor, so I was pretty upset when I got home that evening. However, I *did* see improvement. Yesterday I was practically standing straight again, and I was able to stand for longer with much less pain that I have in a long time! So, I am definitely making another chiropractor appointment come Monday, and hopefully things will continue to improve. I'm praying this is a breakthrough. If nothing else, maybe he can straighten me out before I have to have surgery, which I'm still afraid is the inevitable end to all the pain. But we'll see. Day by day, that's all I can do.
Consequently, I can do even less than normal this weekend, since I promised my co-worker I wouldn't overdo it. She pretty much threatened to tie me to my chair if I overdid it too much this time. So, I've planted ten gladiolus bulbs, watered the front gardens, and hung out the wash, and that's it, and pretty much all I plan to do, aside from watering the back gardens unless it decides to rain. I want to go out and play though! I want to weed and dig in the dirt and walk and visit my puppies at my parents' house. I want to DO things! For months I've been unable to really DO anything, and I'm so excited that maybe I'm finally healing and I just have to not push it, and it's so bloody *hard* because there's so much that needs doing! ARGH!
On Thursday I started wallpapering my cube with photographs from up north. With my fucked up back and the possibility of surgery anon it might be as close as I can come to the cabin this year and seeing my lake. It hurts my heart, and is detrimental to my mental health, but there's nothing I can do about it. So I figured I'd cover the walls with photos, and if nothing else I can stare at them on my break, and see them when I'm actually in my office, which isn't often, and maybe it'll be some consolation.
Consequently, I can do even less than normal this weekend, since I promised my co-worker I wouldn't overdo it. She pretty much threatened to tie me to my chair if I overdid it too much this time. So, I've planted ten gladiolus bulbs, watered the front gardens, and hung out the wash, and that's it, and pretty much all I plan to do, aside from watering the back gardens unless it decides to rain. I want to go out and play though! I want to weed and dig in the dirt and walk and visit my puppies at my parents' house. I want to DO things! For months I've been unable to really DO anything, and I'm so excited that maybe I'm finally healing and I just have to not push it, and it's so bloody *hard* because there's so much that needs doing! ARGH!
On Thursday I started wallpapering my cube with photographs from up north. With my fucked up back and the possibility of surgery anon it might be as close as I can come to the cabin this year and seeing my lake. It hurts my heart, and is detrimental to my mental health, but there's nothing I can do about it. So I figured I'd cover the walls with photos, and if nothing else I can stare at them on my break, and see them when I'm actually in my office, which isn't often, and maybe it'll be some consolation.