All ye All ye Outs in Free!
HI! Where the heck have you two been? I’ve been right here!
Well, so, maybe I’ve been sort of here but not really. Guess what?? Mom came for Thanksgiving! yep! She said she wasn’t going to, but Hubs, the Man, Mr. Patient, called and said we’d really like you to visit and let me get your ticket booked and she caved like a cheap camp chair.
She’d told me she didn’t want to come. Hey – I’m fine with that. I’m the kid, she’s the mom, even though I’m 28 years old now (and I don’t want to hear from any of my children who may think they were born prior to 1984 because actually I lied to you all).
Reverting to childhood, I spent the past week worrying about pleasing my mother while trying to get things done that, as a fake adult, I feel obligated to do. This means I would review work emails, consider which had to be taken care of immediately and shunt the remainder to the unread pile. The take-care-of-later pile. The oh-SH*t-I-probably-should-have-taken-care-of-that pile, and the SCREW it pile.
In between mom coming for a week and the Thanksgiving holiday (Right. I needed that. Turkey, dressing, gravy, pumpkin pie, whipped cream, leftover turkey on white balloon bread and mayo, more pumpkin pie, blahblahblah and for the three days following, even though I’ve already gained some awesome steroid pounds). Last Sunday I had an MRI. Today is Thursday and it will probably be Friday before I get this posted. But – no MRI results. Is my new BRDr.FF too busy to let me know the results? I suppose so. They say results have not been received, the diagnostic imaging people say they were sent Tuesday. Either way, I had a 2nd spinal epidural yesterday (Wednesday) marking the 4th steroid injection in four weeks and also marking a new high water mark for my face which now looks like a basketball without the seam lines. Not that I’m bothered by that. I like looking like a balloon.
On the other hand I just smashed a mosquito in .00157 seconds.
Die, you little sonuvabitch.
I’m seriously considering going for a run and not telling anyone. What? I’m going to herniate a disc?
I’m lying. hahahahaha
Oh, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8gmARGvPlI Maybe now I can get rid of the earworm. Let me know how that works for you.
HUGS and all that sh*t.
Run. Dog. Cat. Cat. Me. 
I too have a “oh-SH*t-I-probably-should-have-taken-care-of-that pile” for my Inbox. It is, arguably, my favorite since that seems to be where most things end up.
You remain on my “Please God, get my friend through/over this and let her be a happy running person again” list. 🙂
Hubs thanks you sincerely for the prayers as do the furry children!
Okay. I’m ready for you to start running again! Good luck with those MRI results and the fun steroids. ARgh.
I had never seen that Wham! video, and I was a Child of the ’80s! Whoa.
Man, me too. Plus the anesthesiologist who did the epidural indicated if it’s herniated the shot will likely not work. Then he told me I could walk. One Half of a Mile. Slowly. ARE YOU KIDDING? Why bother.
Funny thing on that vid, it came back to bite me about 3am when – for some weird reason – my computer cycled on and the vid started playing at top volume. I flew out of the bed, WTH is THAT? Hubs muttered, it’s your computer. So after my HR settled back down off 170 I turned off the damn thing. But the earworm is still firmly entrenched.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that L5 and S1 are in their place and happily squished between your vertebrae, and not hanging out around the corner with the neural riff-raff. I’m working on a permanent curfew right know for problem child “L5” and to a lesser extend “L4”, but enforcing it in the early am and late pm is definitely a problem. Get well soon, and keep us posted with the MRI results. We will run again 😉
YES, we will! Keeping many happy thoughts and drinking lots of coffee. Keep me posted on yours, too!
Have been thinking about you…wondering how it was going. Hope you start to see some improvement….
Thanks. So far it’s about the same. But it takes time.