oooowwwwww!!!
ok, so i'm sure you are all tired of hearing about how my back is killing me, but let me explain here why.
When i was about 14 and Brat was 7, my Dad went to Singapore for 6 months and left us alone here. My mom promptly threw out her back, and during a trip to the creative playground with Brat, so did i. i jumped from too high up and my knees were locked when i landed. i jammed up my lower back and it will always be weak there ~ prone to recurrent alignment problems. This is not helped by my added weight and generous bustline. (i would love to lop the damn things off with a rusty machete some days, but . . . in dunno, they've been here since around 4th-5th grade and i guess i'm used to having them around by now. )
Anyways, i did something last week and now i have a choice, i can be in pain and not move; less pain but not much movement (Motrin); no self control with less pain and more movement wile floating on a rock-a-bye-baby cloud ( muscle relaxer). after less than a week of Motrin, it is no longer working and i had to opt for the muscle relaxer. i will be happy today and quiet. they will have to poke me with sticks to see if i'm awake on a regular basis.
Funny story about Brat ~ on that trip to the creative playground i wanted to leave when i hurt my back, so i get Brat and we get back on my bike to ride back to the house. She was on the seat and i was pedaling. i had told her over and over not to move her feet, but like a big dork she pulls her feet in and gets one stuck in the spokes, only i didn't stop at first ~ not until she got thrown against me did i know there was a problem. we had to push it back wards through the spokes and wheel to get it free, but by then there was skin left on her foot or ankle as her sock had remove it all. So, there we were, her sitting on the seat of the bike with her foot propped up on the handle bars and me in pain leading it across the plowed up and rocky fields between the playground and our house as the subdivision we lived in was not complete yet and there was a lot of construction and big empty fields. The first doctor we took her to had her ice it and keep it elevated for a week ~ changing the bandages three times a day. Then they talked about skin grafting when it was got worse. We took her to our normal doctor who told her no more ice, walk on it as much as possible, change it once a day and it'll be fine. And it was but it took a while to grow all that skin back. Even though it was one of the nastiest looking wounds i've ever seen, you can't really tell that it was ever there. Dr A. said that she was lucky she was so young or she would have broken every bone in her foot.
Life is such a funny thing
You give it all and then you see
The one you love is never
Who you thought he'd be
The one you want, you can't get
The one you have is on a bet
The more you look, the more it seems
you have to pay for all your dreams
Even ones that DON'T come true...
� 1998 by me and all that stuff
confessed on 2001-02-20