The journal is blank and the posts have been zilch for a reason this month.Writing literally became a pain in the a$$. It all began in shortly after Christmas as I sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to tie my shoes. Zing. I felt it from L4 all the way down to my toes, but mostly centered left butt. Too much information perhaps but that’s the way it went down. Sitting, standing, walking, driving, sleeping all became a thing of the past. Ice, heat, physical therapy, doctor visits, sitting on a donut, meds – prescription and OTC – nothing worked. Sitting at the computer to write after working at a desk all day was not an option.
Finally it came to an MRI – visual proof that this was not a figment of my imagination. I wasn’t going to wait for some doctor to see it first. I simply slipped the CD disc into my computer and took a look. After careful comparison to photos at Dr Quack.com I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be sitting in a wheelchair savoring meals on wheels.
Ortho guy studied the CD, watched me limp across the room, tapped here and there, tickled the bottom of my feet and announced “We can fix this slipped disc. All it takes is a needle this long.” His arms extended to fish tale length.
Was he kidding me? Trying to scare the sh*t out of me? My stomach churned. “And, if I do nothing?” I asked adding “I hate needles.”
“It will go away eventually. But why suffer?” he asked.
“I’ll take my chances on a quick recovery,” I commented on my way out the door.
The receptionist handed me a prescription for a Lumbar spine epidural” as I passed her desk. “Call if you change your mind.”
Instead I signed up for some yoga classes. Restorative poses and meditation seemed to be making a difference. I quit taking the pain meds and shopped for a grocery cart full of anti-inflammatory food. I ate turmeric until it poured out my pores.
This morning when I couldn’t see the road through the six foot weeds across my front yard, I decided I had no choice but to tackle the mess. Did I mention I am predisposed to hay fever – it happens every year on Mother’s Day. Like clockwork. But this year it arrived early. I pulled a barrel of thistles before the sneezing began. “Listen to your body” my yoga instructor had said. I stood up slowly, listening carefully. Hmmm. Is it possible? Could it be true? That one sneezing frenzy – was it the cure all?
Knocking on the wooden desk as I finish this piece…
8 thoughts on “When Writing is a PITA”
Oh my gosh. If it didn’t hurt so much this would be hilarious. Well, it is hilarious. And painful.
Always try to keep a sense of humor.
Ohhhh, I can totally relate. I ended up with a nerve block shot and it fixed me up immediately. I still do physical therapy and sometime work with a chiropractor but I am MUCH better. I DO wish you luck!
Great way to take care of yourself.
What a well written, funny tale of pain, remedies, resistance to needles, and the power of a sneeze. I’ve traveled some of that journey as well and, while I hope your remedy continues to work, I’m glad you wrote this and I read it.
Thanks, Janet. I’m still knocking on wood and carefully monitoring those sneezes. So far, so good.
Oh, Marjorie, I had no idea, as behind in life and blogs as I am. What a great posting, a great attitude, and a great outcome! Shalom!
Thanks, Mary Jo. I’m feeling better and being cautious about how much time I sit at the computer.