You people out there in blog land are fabulous. I love writing and receiving your comments, the cherry on my day. I finally feel like I have a voice, can get out my side of a story so I don’t have to carry it around, entombed in a dark place, making my hair fall out and furrowing my brow. Before, if someone got a big ole hate on for me, I was helpless, my side of the story never saw the light of day, other then burning the ears off my friends. It is very freeing being able to air my side of things. And on the flip side, when I screw up, I can use this venue as a confessional, to bleach my soul. Who needs expensive therapy when all of North America is my couch?
I thought the complaining was over for October. It really has been 28 days of an all-around pain in the arse. Missing so much work for appointments, being short staffed, getting behind at work, not having time to spend with my hubby on his short visit home, then sick dogs, I truly thought the worse must be over, but no, the universe seems to be conspiring against me. Yesterday I awoke to full blown Sciatica. I did something in my sleep or maybe that slight slip I had the other day started the ball rolling but whatever the cause, I am flat on my back, with standing and sitting lasting about five minutes before the fiery, stabbing pain slices through my lower torso. Really, it feels like I’m in a magician’s box being sawn in half. I sit to ease the pain, and then stand for a few minutes, up and down like a disjointed jack-in-the-box.
I must have been a bad girl to have such curses befall me. Tomorrow is my son’s birthday and the plans to go out for dinner look dim. There are two more days in this month and quite frankly I’m a bit afraid of them. What else can happen? I’m afraid to drive the car, I've had spasms with previous bouts of Sciatica that picked up my sitting body and threw it on the ground a few feet away. If that happened while driving I could end up off the road or in front of oncoming traffic. It’s a moot point anyway, getting in and out of the car is a scream fest. I can’t help but cry out. Nerve pain is the worst, it cuts like a razor and burns like a torch.
I begrudge this wasted time. I can't hook or even sit and work on the computer. This short blog has taken me all afternoon of minute long sessions to post. I feel helpless and pissed off. Somehow I have to make this right; begin a dialogue with the universe to beg for a break. Really, it’s like I’m going through the book of Revelations, being tossed one pestilence after another. Somehow bad karma has landed my doorstep. Maybe a disgruntled customer is sticking a voodoo doll of my image in the back? Whatever the cause, I sure hope November is kinder.
I thought the complaining was over for October. It really has been 28 days of an all-around pain in the arse. Missing so much work for appointments, being short staffed, getting behind at work, not having time to spend with my hubby on his short visit home, then sick dogs, I truly thought the worse must be over, but no, the universe seems to be conspiring against me. Yesterday I awoke to full blown Sciatica. I did something in my sleep or maybe that slight slip I had the other day started the ball rolling but whatever the cause, I am flat on my back, with standing and sitting lasting about five minutes before the fiery, stabbing pain slices through my lower torso. Really, it feels like I’m in a magician’s box being sawn in half. I sit to ease the pain, and then stand for a few minutes, up and down like a disjointed jack-in-the-box.
I must have been a bad girl to have such curses befall me. Tomorrow is my son’s birthday and the plans to go out for dinner look dim. There are two more days in this month and quite frankly I’m a bit afraid of them. What else can happen? I’m afraid to drive the car, I've had spasms with previous bouts of Sciatica that picked up my sitting body and threw it on the ground a few feet away. If that happened while driving I could end up off the road or in front of oncoming traffic. It’s a moot point anyway, getting in and out of the car is a scream fest. I can’t help but cry out. Nerve pain is the worst, it cuts like a razor and burns like a torch.
I begrudge this wasted time. I can't hook or even sit and work on the computer. This short blog has taken me all afternoon of minute long sessions to post. I feel helpless and pissed off. Somehow I have to make this right; begin a dialogue with the universe to beg for a break. Really, it’s like I’m going through the book of Revelations, being tossed one pestilence after another. Somehow bad karma has landed my doorstep. Maybe a disgruntled customer is sticking a voodoo doll of my image in the back? Whatever the cause, I sure hope November is kinder.
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