I have hurt my neck. Shoulder. Whatever. Again. This time it made me holler (for a dolla) in the shower when I tried to wash my hair (and not in some Herbal-essencey-quickie freebie way, either.). You know what that is? Bullshit. That's what that is.
In frustration, I went to a chiropractor. I knew better, and no harm was done but she suggested I avoid ibuprofen and come three times a week, so... No. In response, I thanked her for her time, drove to work and took some Advil. Boom.
I got a little weepy. It hurts, and there is that, but also, it's really thefuck frustrating because everybody is all, "ooh, stop running" and "ooh, stop knitting." I'm like, well tell me to stop breathing because that is just as fucking likely as me stopping knitting. And as for running, I might WOULD stop but I've already paid for a fucking half marathon, and ain't no way I'm throwing out that kind of money.
I went back to my regular doctor. Last time, I went to see him- well, his p/a- and she gave me steroids and a muscle relaxer. Two or three days and I felt better, and very well rested, but I don't think the muscle relaxer did any good, so I told him so, this time. "Yeah, I don't think this is muscular," he said. I agreed. "I think you have a pinched nerve." Me too. "And some bone spurs." THE FUCK?
So... He sent me down for some x-rays, which were unpleasant but maybe only do because I hada a prescription for Vicodin in my purse that really wanted to be taken to the CVS. The X-Ray tech, clearly in response to my cuteness, pointed out something on some of the films (speaking the lingo, boom, I am obviously a doctor now.). Something between either the 3rd and 4th vertebrae, or the 4th and 5th, or something. Know what it looked like?? It looked like all the fucking REST of the vertebrae. (Aaaaaaand, there goes my medical license, just that quickly.)
The fair was that night, and I let the baby take pics which are worthy of their own post. This is the fair that is at a school, in my neighborhood (for now, more about my house in yet another upcoming post!) (oh, the teasers!!), where there is $2.00 amber and the baby can ride all night for $30.00. My Favorite Thing Ever. I went, despite CVS not filling my rx just yet, leaning on ibuprofen and Abita Amber to get through the night. Muchly I was ok, unless my littlest nephew pulled on my arm or I tried to move to the left. It was worth it, at any rate.
I went home afterwards and began to take my medicine, a lovely mix of a Vicodin (which really does help, ain't gonna lie) and a steroid (which is now really helping so much that I no longer need the Vicodin, or, apparently, sleep) (ain't gonna lie), which brought me some crazy dreams, about house guests and my mother saying "oh, have them sleep in the Vietnam room" and doing crafts projects real quick to provide them with those neck travel pillows.
This awake at 4 stuff is kind of not my favorite, but I feel so much better today that I am looking forward to going for a run this afternoon, and then packing up a room or two of the house. It's getting close to moving time! As it stands, I still have 3 hours before I have to be awake, and so iI think I will go lie down in the Vietnam room (I mean, what IS that???)...
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