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My back.
The worst is sitting. And my job is sitting. It hurts so freaking much...neither PT nor meds nor time is getting rid of the base pain. It still radiates out and just doesn't feel right.
The PTist says she thinks I irritated a disc. Well you know what? I think it's something much worse than that, at this point.
Add to that (guys plug your ears if you're sensitive to women's issues) my perimenopause, which my doctor can surely no longer deny. Don't have a period for two months, then have one for a week, then a week off, then back again.
How come it all feels related? How come all I can think is my spine and innards are slowly rotting away while the whole world worries about whether I go to work or use my time off? And the good feelings I was having, the thoughts that I was going to be OK? Ha! Very funny mudderplucker. That's a good one. Say it again.
It's OK, I'll rot and die alone and it really doesn't matter in the grand scheme. I have one person in my life who actually will give me an encouraging word re: all this crap...even is she is a bully. I hate to admit it, but I guess sometimes I wish I could get a dovely coo coo, or a friendly cluck cluck, or even a there there, from my fellow hens. As is usually the case, when I finally decided to speak up, everything blew up...and when the dust settled and everyone had sung their kumbayas...LOOK...over there in the distance. It's that monkey girl. She looks so, I don't know, alone. Good, serves her right.
Did I start out about my back? Well, gee. How'd that happen?
Last edited by infinite monkey; 12-04-2012 at 08:14 AM.
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12-04-2012, 07:59 AM
Hybrid Mode
