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(Credit for today’s post title goes to Chunker, who just walked across my keyboard – cool how it fits perfectly.)

Six weeks and 3 days since my last run.

6.5 miles walked this week.  I wasn’t Little Miss Positive this morning when I stated glumly to the hubs that I walked 3-1/2 miles yesterday and cranked that today my butt (my real butt, not my falling off butt) is sore; apparently I’ve lost a lot of conditioning in those 6-3/7th weeks.

The new cat is sitting on the kitchen counter next to me, purring.  Sweet, but more on Mr. No Mo another time.  I do have to state, however, that this cat farts more than any animal I’ve ever met. Every. single. time. he. eats.   And, repeatedly.  If there were a cat farting Olympics he would win gold.  But no one and nothing can possibly fart that often and that smelly without some type of aid, so probably USADA would soon be after him to determine if he were taking farting steroids.  OMG.  Thank you, little baby Jesus in your little wooden crib, for ceiling fans.

The Doc’s office called yesterday, 8 days after the nerve conduction test, to tell me what I already knew (pinched nerve) and to tell me something new:  they want to do a nerve block.

That’s a bit worrisome in view of the thousands of people now waiting to hear if they have meningitis.  Not that I’m trying to be negative, but the positive thinking thing is getting to be a constant effort and since I am, by nature and nurture, a realist (for more on being a realist read here and here), and with the euphoria of having a real diagnosis worn off and the pain not abated, struggling to squash that is, basically, a struggle.  It doesn’t help that (aided by Dr. Google) I’ve come to realize that a pinched nerve is the gift that just keeps giving.

Uh-Oh – news flash – don’t pick Mo up by the tummy.  It squishes out Mo farts.  Just let him walk across the keyboard and then erase the extra typing.  GAH.  Be back in a minute, I’m going outside.

Ok, I’m back.  *WHEW* Do you think I could find mustard gas masks on Ebay?

Friday I stretched as instructed by the PT and began some core work as instructed by the PT.  Then, I did something very radical:  I stood up.  As I stood, Thor, the god of thunder, stabbed me in the back with his bolt of lightning.  I looked at Killer, and Killer looked at me.  “I guess we’re done for today,” she stated, staring at my bulging eyeballs and fried hair, and I hobbled to the car and drove home sitting sideways.  By Sunday morning it had calmed down quite a bit; I was still getting random jolts causing me to jerk erratically as I walked, but the Finish Line Crew expects erratic and random things from me and no longer notices much of what I do, thank you again, Little Baby Jesus.

The realization that this is going to be a recurring issue the rest of my life, according to the PT, is still a bit new and still stings.  I realize it can be controlled, that it will probably only rear its BFOS head occasionally, and I don’t have cancer or heart disease and I’m not under investigation by USADA (yet, but then so far the Mo farts have not escaped the house).  But I’m still kinda bummed about the issue.  Monday I rode my bike.  Unfortunately afterward my first two toes went numb, which made the PT frown.  Hey, the feeling came back after an hour or two.  Cheer down.

OK, then, no biking.  No running, no biking.  I can: walk carefully, do the elliptical or swim (at which her beady little eyes began to gleam).  You both realize that I no longer hate swimming, but I do not, to any degree, like it.

So here we are, Wednesday morning, I’m still Gloomy Gus despite all my mental rah-rahing and positive thinking.  Probably positive thinking needs to drop words such as never, don’t like, don’t wanna and dammit.  Replacement words:  coffee, cat, dog, um…yay…um…ice cream (no, skip that, too many calories, dammit) ah, crap, I just said dammit.

Hopefully the Doc’s office will call today with the info on the nerve block, I’m sure it will be next week before it can be done at this point; apparently it will be 4-6 weeks after that for everything to heal and maybe my Christmas gift will be a run.

In the meantime I’m going to go check out gas masks.  Or move my office outside.  While I’m doing that, I’m going to paste below a very very nice note my friend, um, “Missy” posted on my FB page this morning (to meet “Missy”, visit here, “Missy” loves Zombies.)  I thought you both might enjoy it.  I know it made my day, even if she is a crazy nutjob runner.


Terri – Last Saturday I ran a 10k and when Sunday morning came around I just really didn’t feel like getting out of bed to run The Beast. I volunteered to help before the race so I had to go. It was nice talking with you and being the genuine person you are, it was impossible for you to hide your disappointment and frustration with your injury and not being able to run. (Oh how we crave that daily dose of endorphins to keep our minds and souls at peace.) When the race started and I started running I already had in my mind that it was going to be bad. Too little hormones and too much lactic acid was not a good mix that morning. Close to mile 4 I thought, “I’m done….. not feeling it this morning.” I figured when I pass that parking lot I am going straight to my car. Then there you were at the water station. I remember telling you I want to stop. And you told me I can if I want. But there was something about the look on your face that told me the rest….. “How dare you stop now?” “Wish I could finish it for you?” “WTF is wrong with you?”  Something. I knew I had to finish. I guess I just want to let you know that your passion for running carried me this past Sunday and I am going to let it carry me through New York in a few weeks too. Thank you for sharing your passion, your pain, and your disappointment, because although it is awful for you, I bet there are many more of your friends out there who, like me, you encourage without you even knowing it. Stay strong, heal quickly, and keep encouraging others. Thank you sweet girl…


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  1. I sure hope you feel better! I think the nerve block is a good idea. If you’ve got a pinched nerve, there ain’t nothing that can help it except un-pinch it or get it to stop squawkin’. You’ll probably feel better right away too! Good luck also with Mo. We call Mr. Face’s GI issues “the essence.”

    • hahahaha ‘the essence’! Love it! I have honestly never had an animal that farts like he does. The dog does once in a while but – OMG – every meal, 20-30 minutes later.
      Thanks for the nice words about the nerve block, I’m a bit nervous (haha) about it but very hopeful. The PT hasn’t improved it, and the Medrol dose pack didn’t even touch it, so I guess that’s all that’s left to do. As “they” say…at my age…

      • No worries – it will work. You’e got the real deal. Not the kind of pain that doctors roll their eyes at. I mean, no, we’d never roll our eyes. 🙂 You’ve got a radiculopathy, that’s real stuff! Blocking the nerve will work. You’ll be back in no time, and I am excited for your return!

  2. Ha! Poor little gassy cat. Poor you. I hope something, whether a nerve block or divine intervention, can give you some relief. Can’t imagine the frustration and pain. Hugs!

    • Thanks! The Incredible Farting Cat! Everyone has a gift, I guess.
      I’m really hopeful about it, I met someone yesterday who had one done a year ago and she is just now starting to feel some twinges. Hers was a lot worse than mine, it had been going on longer, so I thought that was good news.
      Happy trails!

  3. She’s right, you know? You do encourage and keep people going. I mean how on EARTH am I supposed to just ‘quit running’ after all your hard work and dedication with WRWM that got me into this mess in the first place?! And now that you can’t run and would drop a man in his tracks to have the chance? I really can’t ‘just not run’ now!

  4. Good blog Terrilee, really feeling for you with the BFOS thing; just a couple of weeks off running has me climbing the walls! I hope the nerve block thing works, fingers, toes, and eyes crossed!


  5. Hope the nerve block works…I, for one, will be interested in reading how it goes…my sciatica has kicked in …. again. Hoping it goes away on it’s own…lol.
    Best wishes on success with yours….

    • Thanks! I will keep you posted, for sure. Have you ever had a nerve block for it? So far this has not responded to PT or anything, and it’s been going on for more than the six weeks I haven’t been running, it’s probably been since the end of July. I know the blocks don’t work 100% of the time. Oh, well, it will be as it will be, huh? Hope yours gets better soon!

  6. Holy buckets, girl! I’ll have to run for both of us. Which probably makes you want to kick my a**, but I’m sincerely sorry. After some visits with a podiatrist and a pedorthist (which I swear is a made-up name), I think I finally the have proper shoes, inserts, stretching routine, and jivey stride to make me feel good. It only took a couple years to get back on track. And hey, if dogs are any indicator of cat GI issues, try adjusting the new kitty’s food. Things can only get better. After having a dog with killer farts, I’ve adjusted the chow for the new pup so she is, so far, gas free. Amazing!

  7. Hey Terri,
    Not the place to post this, but I wanted to update you. Unlike you, mine is not a pinched nerve but L5 herniated disc with tear. I’m really bummed. I cannot even downgrade from 26.2 to 13.1. I will rest through November, and think about starting up in December for a Spring Marathon. The price of getting older! Cheers – Finally, your posts always provide some humor to my day. Keep them coming.

    • OH NO!! That’s AWFUL! What will they do about it? I’ve been off running now for over 7 weeks and my leg is not even one little bit better. Do they think yours will get better? Or will they do a nerve block or anything? I’m SO sorry. And I’ll pray for your family if you’ll pray for mine, since I didn’t quit drinking coffee and I’m not getting any excercise…

  8. Brandy on said:

    Might be too late for the whole should I buy a gas mask thing, but perhaps your little windbag simply is lactose intolerant. We have a shelter rescue that would eat ANYTHING barely edible when we got him; it was obvious that he had been homeless for a while. Hubs was tossing him lunch meat, milk, etc, and we blamed parasites (which he did not have). Taking away processed foods (maybe nitrates in the food), and replacing the milk with lactose-free and our air is better in the house.

    Well, as good as a house with a lactose-intolerant Hubs can be.

    Love your posts.

    • Thanks! I need to check the food we’re giving him. We’re currently using a prescription urinary tract food since Chunk had such a problem with the UTI for so many weeks. Didn’t help we found out she was eating the dog’s food when she could get to it. Now I keep that covered all the time. Again – thanks!

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