Couch

I am seriously pouty today. I am just sick to death of my hurt back, wishing we could jump into our "next three months" by doing something fun as a family. Instead, I am confined to a prostate position. 

I raked one week ago, not feeling a thing. I sure felt it that night, and for the next few days! I thought I was getting better on Tuesday morning, but throughout the day got progressively worse. By 7:00pm that night, I was desperate for any relief, certain that if it would just pop I would feel better. With some effort, I laid myself down on the front room floor and asked Tyson to walk on my back. He was lightly stepping on the spot that hurt the most when bam, my body went into convulsions, my back seized up, and I truly could not move without extreme pain. Each time I tried, I saw stars exploding behind my eyes. I had Caden roll me onto my back (almost passing out twice), and then had him call Jamie for help. "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!"  I can smile ruefully about it now, but it is burned in my brain as the worst pain I have ever endured. Even worse than having Brennon without an epidural. 

While here, Jamie had Cameron call a friend that is a chiropractor, asking if he would come help me. He called to ask me what happened, surmising that it would be best to leave me until my back calmed down a little bit. I was relieved, because I almost passed out again as Jamie lifted me to the couch. I did not want to move off of that couch! Three days later, I hate laying on this couch. 

Another friend, Tricia, had already called another chiropractor and made me an appointment for the next day. I told her that I had been given instructions to take it easy for a few days. When she related to her friend/chiropractor that I wouldn't be able to make it the next day, he called me at 10:30pm to hear what happened. When I told him a brief history of my back, and how it all started with our car accident, he was convinced that I needed to really make an effort to come in the next day. He asked a few questions- if I had felt this pain, or that pain, throughout the day, and when I said I had (not realizing at all that they could be related) he said we had a problem that couldn't wait. 

I have now been to him four times. I have seen a difference each day, felt more and more relief each time. But, being me, I want to be done and just move on. I want to overcome this pain, proving myself a strong person by healing faster than most. I want him to be amazed at how fast I "jump" back. I just want to live now that we have the relieving news that gives us permission to do what we want with our time. But I can't. I hurt too much. I can't stop seeing stars sometimes when I move even just a little bit, or try to stand up. No amount of will power can help this, I'm afraid. 

So now I cry when Randy tells me that I can't run a quick errand to get white ribbon to have Caden finish his recent sewing project. To me: it is a quick change of scenery, one that I know how to get in and out fast in the small amount of time that my back wouldn't hurt. I am able to stand for about 10 minutes without it killing me. To Randy: ribbon is not a good enough excuse to get off the couch. 

Mr. Bossy!

I guess this just means that once I am cleared, we're going to have to play extra hard. 

Because we got a clean scan. We won the Golden Ticket!

My goodness, I am still in shock. I was so certain that we would see a small tumor. I love being pleasantly surprised!