The Real World Does Exist

I’ve mentioned before about what an anti-social person I am. That’s why it touches me so to have all these…I don’t even know what to call them. “Blog-friends” or “Cyber-people” sounds rather cold. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a postcard in the mail the other day from one of these people. Kenna is on a roll sending old postcards to people and I got one! I know this seems like a silly thing to get excited about, but in my previous experience with the world of cyberspace, it seems most people are so paranoid about someone finding out anything real about them, that they lie through their teeth or, at the very least, don’t follow through on a a project like this.

It came at just the right time. Thanks, Kenna.


Hey! A thanks to all of you who sent your good wishes. I’m back in the land of the living… (Actually, I was back in action Saturday, but it’s been rather a zoo trying to catch up on all the crap I missed while laid up. I’m sure you understand!)

I finally figured out what I did. I tried to start the rototiller on Monday night and had a hard time of it – you know, pull the cord, twisting, over and over and over… yeah, you get the idea. I made Hubby start it Saturday so I could finally get my veggie garden in. My poor plants were looking pretty sad when I finally got them planted. Hopefully they come out of it. They look a bit perkier now.

As far as enjoying my jammie days, Bunny, well… they weren’t exactly the way I like my jammie days… I slept through most of them.

A Pain in the… Back Pt.3

Now we come to the present. I still do things I shouldn’t do in ways I shouldn’t do them. I still overdo in the garden, or pick up a box that is probably too heavy or any number of dumb things that cause my back to stiffen and be sore for a day or two.

Occasionally, I do something I don’t even know what I did and I cause myself spasms that may last an hour, day, or week. I have some muscle relaxers I use that make my back feel better, but they also zone me out. I have the old standby heat and ice. I have ‘rest’… Eventually it goes away and I tell myself not to do that dumb thing again (if I have figured out what I did).

Well, this three-part saga has led up to the point. I’ve been laid up for the past three days with back spasms. I’m not happy about it. I don’t know what I did. I wish I hadn’t. I don’t want to go to the doctor or chiro or anyone. I do want to get better. I think I’m getting better. I hope I’m getting better.

Thanks for listening.

Oh, yeah, and P.S… even if Brad walked in right this minute and wanted me, it ain’t gonna happen.

A Pain in the …Back Pt.2

Leap ahead in time to ten years ago. Mother’s day. A beautiful spring day with farmers out planting. I, being the Good Wife, decide to ride along for a bit in the tractor. For those of you who haven’t ever been exposed to the rural way of life, riding in a tractor with no passenger seat is like parking your backside on your car’s armrest while someone else drives the car. Just about as much room, and just about as much to hold onto. Hubby happened to hit some rough ground and I was jostled quite heavily while being twisted sideways. This is not a proven fact, it’s just the only thing I could come up with after the fact.

The next day I woke with a stiff neck. You know, you can look one way but not the other without searing pain going down your spine? Two days after that, my left arm was in excrutiating pain (my spelling leaves something to be desired.). The only way it wouldn’t hurt, is if I held it across my body and supported it with my other arm. Being as I use computers for a living, this isn’t a good posture.

Having had such luck with my former chiropractic experience, I decided to first see the medical doctor, but not to wait so long to see the chiro. Medical doctor had no sympathy with the fact that I couldn’t lay in bed, (at this time) hadn’t slept in three days, and couldn’t get comfortable. Chiro took x-rays, did tests, and gave me a treatment. Then said I needed to come in three to four times a day at first. He didn’t see anything on the x-ray, but figured it was something out of alignment putting pressure on a nerve.

I went to the chiro – even weekends. Three to four times a day. He would pop my neck and say, “Now, that’s better, isn’t it”. After I felt like my head was going to come off of my shoulders, I would say, no… not really. We did this dance for three weeks. Talked to my medical doc who happens to be chiro friendly. He recommended another one who had a different technique.

Tests, x-rays, whatnot. Now we try traction and roller bars and getting ‘pinged”… I don’t know what the hell that is all about, but it’s really stupid when you do it. No luck.

Last hope… the doctor sends me to get an MRI. What do you know? I have a herniated disk in my neck. One that no one ever saw on any x-ray and which had been getting yanked and popped and cracked and twisted and all the other lovely names you want to call it… I called it PAIN.

Surgery. Came out of surgery. Went home two hours later. Never felt better. Sure, I had surgery pain, but after what I’d just been through, that wasn’t anything! I have a scar to remind me that I really need to be selective about my medical care from now on.

To be continued…

A Pain in the … Back Pt.I

Many, many years ago in a land far, far away… oops! Wrong story. Several years ago when my kids were small, I went through a period of bad lower back pain. My parents, loyal chiropractic patients, kept trying to get me to go to one. My doctor thought I needed some tests, and a specialist. The specialist did the tests (which included putting needles into my legs and sending electricity through my limbs… isn’t that considered some kind of torture???) After said tests, I was put on a variety of pain pills and muscle relaxers and ordered to have 6 weeks of bed rest. Mind you, I had a 2, 4, 7, and 9-year-old child to keep track of. Bless my MIL… she stepped in and watched those kids for me for six weeks.

At the end of six weeks, there was no improvement. Back to the specialist who… get this… suggested another six weeks of bedrest, medication, etc. I don’t think so. I gave in and contacted the chiropractor my parents’ chiropractor recommended. He did all his usual x-rays, tests, etc., and gave me a “treatment”… then told Hubby to take me out to dinner and a movie – that I had been cooped up in the house waaaay too long.

After several weeks of treatments, I was fine. My belief in chiropractors was born.

To be continued…


I just wanted to let those of you who read me to know that I’ve set up an AIM account and although I tried to contact some of you last weekend, I was ignored. Now, I realize that you are probably constantly bombarded by adoring fans who can’t get enough of you, and you try to keep your privacy sacred, but I just wanted you to know that you may not recognize me in my “other persona” and therefor were not being mean, but were just being cautious.
My AIM name is sane2b. I realize that has nothing to do with being torn, a page, or sue, but hey! When you come onto this system late in the game you take what you can get. Also, it is rather a goal of mine to be sane.

So… when you see me out there in AIM land, please don’t be scared. I’m not trying to molest you and will respect your privacy if you wish. I’m just touchin’ base and trying to let you know I like you! I really like you!

Are Ya Lookin’ at Me?

This post should be titled “Men and the Powers of Observation“. There has been a running theme in our marriage. I cut my hair, my husband threatens to shave off his beard. I have never seen Hubby without it in the REAL world. I’ve seen pictures. I encourage him to keep it. He is one of those men who just look right in a beard. It’s not long, not short, just medium and well-kept. It’s gotten a bit more gray in it, but then we’ve all gone a bit more gray…

When the kids were small, he said he couldn’t shave it off because he was afraid he’d scare them and they wouldn’t know him.

When we first got together we started comparing notes and figured out that about a year before we actually were introduced, we’d seen each other in a bar and I’d leaned on his back while talking to my girlfriend and the bartender! Would you believe, I can remember what his shirt looked like, but can’t remember the guys’ face?!?!? This was my future husband! BUT… he didn’t have a beard. Hmmm… does that mean he was so unremarkable that I just ignored him? We’ll never know. (I suppose alcohol could have had something to do with it, but I’m pleading the fifth – pun intended?)

At any rate, I cut my hair rather short when we were first together and the beard-removal threat has hung over my head for the past 25+ years. Finally, yesterday, after being SO SICK of a three-year hairstyle that I thought made me look older than I am and doudy (yeah, I am really THAT old, but I don’t have to look it, do I?)… I cut it off. I mean, it is short. The front is longer, I still have bangs (fringe?) and some around my face, but the back is about 1″ long. (Short?)

Daughter went with, so I’m blaming her.

We picked up Bug and were heading to my parents to show them the new puppy. We aren’t out of town yet. We get a phone call from Hubby. He needs help moving from one field to another. Hmmm… here is the test. Will he hate it? Will he like it? Will he get out the beard-shaving threat? I tell daughter I’m not going to say a word and see how long he takes to start commenting.

He gets in the car. He’s sitting right next to me. He looks at me. He talks to daughter. He talks (a lot) to dog. He keeps giving me looks, but says nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip. I visit with him. I look at him. I look out the window so he can get a GOOD look at the back. Not one word. Daughter sits in the back seat and we roll eyes at each other in the mirror. She shakes her head. A lot.

We had mentioned to Hubby the night before that we were going to go get our eyebrows waxed today. I let it drop that I was getting my haircut.

We get home from my parents’ house. I walk in the door.

Hubby: How did the eyebrow thingy go today?
Hubby:Oh, MAN… I’m an idiot. You got your hair cut, didn’t you?
Hubby: I like it!
Me: You’d better.

He’s a man. He has an excuse.

(Oh, and by the way… I’ve been at work (with six men) for four hours now and someone JUST noticed… )

Coming To the End

This week has flown by… my youngest daughter and grand-critter will be leaving in just a couple of days. That makes me so sad. I’ve really enjoyed having her here and it’s going to be hard to have her go away again. “The baby” slept through the night last night! She’s been such a good little pup. All the pups were out in the yard last night playing well together. The older pups have been so good with the little one. If she takes away their toys, they just let her have it, or very gently take it back. It’s so funny.

Me: Aren’t you going to miss Bug? Wouldn’t it be fun to have a little one like that?
Hubby: Whatever…
Me: Really?!?!
Hubby: Whatever…
Daughter: Dad, you know you’ve just cracked the door open!!
Hubby: Yeah, whatever…

I’m gonna have to think about this one!