Do not be alarmed. I am not posting in my sleep. Unfortunately.
Seems I'm back to the early-waking shit, though I must admit that this time it's being very ably helped by the searing electric pain running along the back of my hips. I'm getting x-rays and a CT of the area this afternoon - as the doc says, it's not much good throwing painkillers at something unless you're sure what you're throwing painkillers at. I pointed out that it's been working for me on this problem since I was at least 16, but yes, it's definitely getting worse, significantly so in the past two months, so ok, I'll go get the tests done. He's talking about facet injections though, which scare the living snot out of me. OTOH if it means I can sleep through a night without waking up almost screaming, and being able to find something approaching a comfortable position whether I'm standing, sitting or supine I may convince myself to momentarily get over my fear of needles and let them stick me with the steroids.
Seeing the nutritionist at the hospital later this morning. My inner dancer is still quivering slightly at the thought. I know my diet at the moment is far from ideal, but I happen to think that given the circumstances I eat as well as I'm capable of. If I could only bottle what's happening to me I'd make a mint. (Though I have managed to gain two kilos since the surgery. Weird how five weeks of inaction will do that.) Newest problem with weight loss though - my ribs are now reasonably close to the surface, more so on the left side because that's how my scoliosis rolls - my thoracic spine is twisted laterally. This means that now wearing underwire bras is particularly uncomfortable and actually causes bruising over my left side. *mutter mutter mutter*
Have almost finished my Giftmas shopping; just missing stuff for my Paterfamilias and my Evil Younger Sibling™. It's something about the men in my family. They're impossible to buy presents for. The default for both is obviously booze, but that feels like taking the easy way out. At my Paterfamilias' 60th do, he had a couple of dozen of people present, people who had known him most his life (both his brothers flew in from the UK for it, as did at least one lady with whom he grew up), or at least the 30 odd years since he first emigrated. On the gift table, exactly two presents were not bottles of alcohol of some description. I don't know if this says something about the calibre of my Paterfamilias' friends, or something about my Paterfamilias. Either way, it still feels like cheating. Any inspiration or suggestions gladly welcomed. No, I am not wrapping a bow around any of you to present to my Evil Younger Sibling™. ;)
Seeing the nutritionist at the hospital later this morning. My inner dancer is still quivering slightly at the thought. I know my diet at the moment is far from ideal, but I happen to think that given the circumstances I eat as well as I'm capable of. If I could only bottle what's happening to me I'd make a mint. (Though I have managed to gain two kilos since the surgery. Weird how five weeks of inaction will do that.) Newest problem with weight loss though - my ribs are now reasonably close to the surface, more so on the left side because that's how my scoliosis rolls - my thoracic spine is twisted laterally. This means that now wearing underwire bras is particularly uncomfortable and actually causes bruising over my left side. *mutter mutter mutter*
Have almost finished my Giftmas shopping; just missing stuff for my Paterfamilias and my Evil Younger Sibling™. It's something about the men in my family. They're impossible to buy presents for. The default for both is obviously booze, but that feels like taking the easy way out. At my Paterfamilias' 60th do, he had a couple of dozen of people present, people who had known him most his life (both his brothers flew in from the UK for it, as did at least one lady with whom he grew up), or at least the 30 odd years since he first emigrated. On the gift table, exactly two presents were not bottles of alcohol of some description. I don't know if this says something about the calibre of my Paterfamilias' friends, or something about my Paterfamilias. Either way, it still feels like cheating. Any inspiration or suggestions gladly welcomed. No, I am not wrapping a bow around any of you to present to my Evil Younger Sibling™. ;)