Winter seems to be moving away. Yea! Love it, love it, love it. It did leave some casualties in its wake. In addition to Mike, it seems a friend at church (also walking her dog) went down on the ice. She broke bones! Ice, ice, go away!
Me–also a slight casualty. Just not so obvious. While out and about last Friday, I caught my foot on a step. In an attempt not to go down on the ice, I jerked backward and grabbed the railing. Doesn’t seem like it would do much, I know. But by the time I got back to my destination, I was telling people I’d hurt myself by sstubbing my toe. (toe bone’s connected to the back bone, etc.) I figured it would pass.
WRONG. It got worse through the weekend. (Julie Pride commented that it’s ironic you can hurt yourself by trying to not hurt yourself. amen to that.) By Sunday night I couldn’t bend, turn, etc. So Monday I went ahead and called Dr. Smith to make an appointment. He checked me first for shingles (seems that can be a problem). Then after examining my back, and since I just had a scan, he deduced I had jarred my spine. Causing, as he said, an “event.” (Is that like Stand for Children Day or Spell-a-Bration are events, hee hee) I told him I HAD to get through Friday night’s spelling bee at Comm. Ed. I got the “what the heck do you want me to do about that” look. But after talking, he decided to try the steroids like I took when we first encountered the recurrence two years ago. It will reduce the inflammation, and hopefully the pain. If not, we may do an MRI to see if there is something else going on. Meanwhile, pain medicine, heating pad (he asked if I used them–you’re all laughing at that one I know. I have them in every room, and one at work), and steroids. And Friday night at the bee, I’ll be the one sitting in the corner, on my pillow and heating pad. Pointing–you go here, you go there.
I have to hand it to Amy DeCesare. We were together in the green room at WBKO. She has that mother’s eye. She immediately knew something wasn’t right. Reminded me of my mother’s intuition–and Rhonda’s. Some people you can’t hide anything from!
I love my co-workers and friends at Community Ed and those volunteering at the Bee. Everyone is jumping in and helping do MY jobs and make life easier. My poor boss, Debi, has issues, too. Her Dad just had heart surgery. She’s working herself to death. SO, the rest of the guys–all six of them–are jumping in and taking over. I love you guys!
OK, let’s get this out of the way. I’m going to go ahead and apologize up front for the roid rage. Anyone remember the fun we had last time I was on these? (Of course–it was for two weeks.) Not only do they tend to have me on the ceiling after a couple of days, they also make me VERY edgy. That’s a polite way of saying super angry. Mike has already had a good dose of that. I went nuts on him last night from the pain. I remember doing that before, too. Folks, I am NOT a good patient. AND I APOLOGIZE. I hate it. I really hate it. You are all so good to me. If I yell at you, just walk away and come back later.
OK, let’s all cross our fingers for reduced inflammation and level headedness the next few days. Meanwhile, I will work on my laptop from home much of Wednesday, sitting on the heating pad. Just trying to get under control.
Continued prayers to Mary Scantland and her sister, Leslie Priest, Johnny Douglas, Liz Lyons, and a dear friend in Kiwanis. Also, prayers for Bonnie Myer and the passing of her mother and Elizabeth on the passing of Phyllis.
Love you all. And remember, God is still good. All the time.
Blessings and peace, Anne
(think good thoughts for Mike. He’s stuck with me.)