A Tale of the Chiropractor or How I Came to Love My Surgeon Pt.I

When I was a kid, I used to move my bedroom furniture. I was a budding design student or architect or I was just bored – I’m not sure. It wasn’t light furniture, either. It was huge, dark, antique furniture that I hated. That might have had something to do with the re-arranging. I may have been hoping to push it out the door. Didn’t happen.

Over the years, the habit stuck. I moved many times in my younger days and each time I had to re-arrange the furniture several ways before I was satisfied. Yes, I drew diagrams and measured and pictured it in my head, but I had to live with it to decide if it was really what I wanted.

All of this created a bad back.

Fast forward several years to my 20’s. I am married to my Hubs, have four children under the age of 7, and suddenly am stricken with lower back pain from hell. I can barely move. My parents, who have been going to chiropractors for years, try and encourage me to try one. Me? I’m scared of things I don’t know and go with what I do know. I go to my medical doctor. In medical lingo, my “primary care physician”. You know, everyone must get their piece of the pie! You can’t just jump right to the specialist, you have to get a “referral” that takes 10 minutes and costs $200. No wonder our health care system is such a mess. I could go on and on about this one, but I won’t. At least, not right now.

I then am sent to an orthopedic surgeon who pokes and prods and sends me to a neurologist who puts needles in my legs and sends electric current through them. (Remind me not to be taken prisoner anywhere at anytime. I can’t take the torture.)

After all the x-rays, exams and god-knows-how-many questions, I am told I must have 6 weeks of complete bed rest and take muscle relaxers and pain pills. I will say this, as much grief as I give my MIL, she did step up to the plate on this one. Between Hubs and her, they managed to take care of all the kids for those 6 weeks. Me? I never knew they happened. I was so drugged I didn’t know if it was day or night. I slept 24 hours a day and only got out of bed to pee and nibble on something.

Unfortunately, when the 6 weeks were up, nothing had changed.

Back to the “professionals” who recommended physical therapy. Okay… did that for several weeks. No change. Back to the docs. Now what? You guessed it… 6 more weeks of bed rest and meds. You have Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

I finally called my parents and had their chiropractor recommended someone in my area. What did I have to lose at this point?

We made an appointment and Hubs went with me. We had the x-ray, the thorough exam, the questions… always questions… and finally the chiro said, “We need to have you come every day, twice a day for awhile, but I think your husband needs to take you out to dinner and a movie tonight – you’ve been cooped up in the house waaay too long.” Did I mention I fell in love with him on the spot?

To be continued…

Daughter

I watch you
Carefully
Looking for signs
Signs of sorrow
Signs of fear
Signs of lonliness
You hide them well

I listen to you
Silently
Looking for words
Words to say “Give it time”
Words to say “It will pass”
Words to say “I love you”
They stick in my throat

My heart beats
Fitfully
Looking for strength
Strength to give
Strength to share
Strength to let go
It isn’t working

Take from me
Experience
Hope
Love
Trust
Promise
I wish I had more.

Frazzled Friday Wrap-Up

* Hubs got done planting the corn
* We had Chinese food last night to celebrate (rice is on the “no” list for diabetics)
* He took his blood sugar reading and it was too low – after Chinese – I’m back to questioning whether he is really diabetic
* My blood sugar reading was high this morning – after Chinese – but that wasn’t totally unexpected
* It wasn’t ungodly high
* I’m proud of that fact
* I’ve been so good on my diet that I don’t even crave Pepsi anymore
* I’m telling the truth about being good
* I’m lying about not craving Pepsi – Pepsi One is not the same, however both are brown and fizzy
* There is 100% chance of rain tomorrow, but looking at radar it appears to be 100% today also
* This is good for the grass patches we are trying to grow on our lawn – places that had gotten gouges from rain run-off and that Hubs dug up, re-seeded and covered with matting and that I have been watering daily.
* This is good for the new corn
* This is good for my gardens
* The 40 mph winds they are also predicting for tomorrow are not good
* Em got a new laptop so she could play WoW faster
* I got a new laptop so I could play WoW faster
* I’m telling myself it’s a reward for being so good on my diet
* I’m actually a techno-junkie and my daughter got a new one (same one) and was so much faster I just had to have one
* We got Em moved back
* Her critters (dog and frog) have made themselves at home
* My dogs are thrilled
* My cats are not
* I have to work again tomorrow
* After work tomorrow I’m going to visit my parents – it’s my mother’s birthday
* I have only seen them once since Christmas
* I do not like to visit them
* I do not feel comfortable
* I feel guilty for this
* I’m going on a month without a vaccum
* I soon will have enough cat hair collected to make another cat
* I’m going to stop at the vacuum place when I go to my parents’ – it’s in the same town
* I’m going to verbally thrash the salesman if he doesn’t have my parts in yet
* After that I’m going to sic my Hubby on them
* I have not spent near enough time with my blog friends
* I have not forgotten you
* I have been lurking to a certain extent
* I’m hoping by the low number of comments on mine that you have been lurking too
* Give someone you love a hug today
* {{{{hugs}}}}}

* Have a good weekend

Springtime?

We had frost last night. Frost. Keeping my fingers crossed that all my tulips and other plants survived unscathed. I can hope, can’t I? I was a bad gardner… didn’t go out and cover them all up with blankies last night. I did, however, go out and take pictures. Posting soon…

Chaos

That pretty well describes my weekend. Not a whole heck of a lot of relaxing going on.

Saturday we got an early start and made the 3-1/2 hr drive to Kansas to move Em home. Although only a state south of us, it was hotter than blazes – and humid. You’d think it was the middle of summer. All of us were dripping by the time we got done. Off to the nearby BB-Q joint to have a delicious lunch, then we hit the road heading north. Things went smoothly and we were back at our house by 7:30 p.m.. Unloading the trailer and vehicles seemed to take less time than loading, and we were all done before long. True, she is now living in a room packed to the walls with boxes, but she’s got some time to figure out the organization of it all.

Yesterday was a day spent cleaning. Hubs took a day off from planting to mow, clean out the garage, wash the front of the house and porch, and cut up a dead tree for us to have a nice bonfire last night. I did the usual, laundry, cleaning, dishes, so forth… without benefit of my vacuum which I still have not received the parts for. I am NOT a happy camper about that one. (Hello! When the salesman goes on vacation, wouldn’t you hope he would order the parts you need before he goes??? Grrrr…) Overall, it looks nice again – for a day or two.

I didn’t even hardly have energy to WoW at all over the weekend. You know that I’m tired when that happens!

Hope you all had a good one!

Good News Bad News Friday

* Good news: Going to get Em tomorrow! Yippee!
* Bad news: I hate moving.
*Good news: My eldest daughter, her hubs, and my eldest son are all going to help. It will be nice to see them all and get to spend some quality time with them.
*Bad news: I hate moving.
*Good news: We’re going to see Em’s hubs. We really do still love him and wish him every happiness, too.
*Bad news: It’s gonna be sad. … oh, and I have I mentioned I hate moving?

* Good news: My tulips and croccuses (crocci?) and hyacith look gorgeous. My pear tree is blooming. The groundcover is blooming. The pansies came back in full force and are striking. Things are alive and coming up all over the garden. I’ve taken lots of pictures!
* Bad news: I’ve been working so much that I see the garden for all of about 15 minutes when I take the dogs out at night and I’ve not had time to download the pictures for you to see. I have one of my two new apple trees that didn’t come back to life after winter (and they say they need two to make apples. grrrr), and even though my redbud trees show teeny-tiny leaves, they are not blooming in profusion as the rest of the countryside is. Why is it these things can grow on roadsides like weeds, but when you put them in your yard and “nurture” them, they struggle?

* Good news: My blood sugar numbers are coming down to an acceptable number. I’ve been so “good” it’s scary. Hubs came down about five seconds after he took his first pill and hasn’t gone up again. It’s debatable whether he is really diabetic or just had a bad spell last winter with lots of sugary and carb-filled eating. Maybe God really DID make him have this scare to make me take better care of myself. It seems to be working, anyway…
* Bad news: I’m sleeping all night and still tired, having headaches all day long, and craving all the things I can’t have.

*Good news: My father appears to be doing okay. He’s had an MRI which showed nothing. They know he had some small strokes earlier on, but don’t think it had anything to do with this episode with his vision. His vision has cleared, but he has another eye doc appt. He and my mother both stopped drinking. Didn’t think they could, but apparently these things can happen. Next thing you know they’ll find religion again. Isn’t that what old people do? (I’m going to hell.) *Bad news: He had a bone scan of his neck, as he’s been having pain and sometime weakness and dizziness associated with it and now has fallen about four times in the past month. My father is 6’5″ tall – if he falls, it’s a long drop. I’m sure the falling has not helped the neck, either, so round and round we go. Will see what they come up with next.

*Good news: Planting is going well. Hubs may even take Sunday off and still be done planting corn by Tuesday. Too early to start planting soybeans, but he doesn’t have near the acres of them this year so won’t take long to do once the time is right.
*Bad news: The work pickup truck had ignition troubles last night and I volunteered to go get the parts for it in town. (I was already in my jammies!) Hubs got it fixed, but we didn’t get home until 9 p.m. and then had to get supper. Didn’t make for a very relaxation-filled evening.

*Good news: While Hubs was fixing the pickup, I went up to the house and visited with my mother-in-law. She was actually pleasant and it was a relatively nice conversation.
*Bad news: I had to hear all about my sister-in-law being in Sweden for a “conference” and how hard she and her husband have been working to sell out their dairy herd.

*Good news: I get to see my eldest son tonight. He’s coming to get stuff he left at my house when he moved out that he may or may not want to see again before his sister moves into that space and it gets buried.
*Bad news: I don’t get to see him as much as I’d like.

*Good news: Miss Sizzle’s birthday was this week. Tuesday, as a matter of fact. She’s a bright and beautiful 33. Go wish her a happy Belated Birthday!
*Bad news: I was sick on Tuesday and didn’t realize I’d missed her birthday until yesterday. What a bad blog-friend I am!

That’s about it for now… when things slow down a bit I’ll try and get caught up with all of you!

Animal Humor*

Entries in a Dog’s Diary:
7 am – Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon – Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm – Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm – Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm – Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm – Oh boy! Sleeping in my people’s bed! My favorite!

Entries in a cat’s diary:
Day 183 of my captivity … My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. Must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a “good little cat” I was. Hmmm…make a note: this is not working according to “the plan.”There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my “confinement” was due to my powers of inducing “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. She speaks with them regularly. I am certain she reports my every move. Due to her current placement in the metal container, her safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time….
Signed…the cat.

*stolen from Amy