I thought I really messed up

The pain snuck up on me one week ago.

It bloomed in my hip, growing bigger and bigger till I just about couldn’t walk.

My left side again. After the Achilles reconstruction, and the frozen shoulder, now my left hip felt like someone was driving a rail-road spike into it. I couldn’t sit, stand, or lie down without severe pain.

There were not enough NSAIDs in the house to make a difference.

I got on my Medical Insurance website, and looked for a Chiropractor.

The funny thing was, I called 4 different offices before I got 1 to actually answer the phone.

They either wanted me to go to their website to book an appointment, or leave a message and they would call me back. Two of them didn’t have an appointment available until the first week of October per their websites, only one called me back…5 days after I left the message. 😡

What happened?

I went to the Chiropractor who answered the phone. The receptionist was adorable. She listened to me, she got me in to see the Doctor within 40 minutes of the call. The Doctor was awesome. He analyzed my posture on a graph, figured out where I was out of alignment. After the initial exam, he adjusted my low back, and recommended a schedule of treatment to get me out of pain. In his opinion, my SI joint was inflamed, and hips were out of alignment, and my piriformis muscles were extra tight. He also set me up with an App that gives me specific strength exercises to do daily to keep my low back from slipping back out of alignment.

I’m happy to say after 3 adjustments, I am almost pain free. Yesterday was the first day in 10 that I didn’t have to take Ibuprofen. I was really happy.

We will reassess next week, and I will probably opt to do monthly maintenance.

He scolded me a bit on my Text Neck, and he’s working on that too.

So here is my Public Service Announcement to spread awareness of Text Neck.

Sit up straight, and think about how you are using your phone. 🤓

Got Spark?

I think I need to rediscover mine.

Drawing back, hiding, needing comfort food is not a regular thing for me.

As I dig down to what the root of the issue might be, I’m grateful for reminders, good messages, and the encouragement of friends.

Have a great week everyone!

Freeing myself

When I clocked how much time was stolen online, outside of work. I realized the problem is with me.

I have to free myself from some of this.

Summer colds winter remedies

A clingy cough, fever and chills won’t budge with the codeine cough medicine prescribed last week.

The 48 hour virus has outlived itself three times. I’ve fired my doctor.

Now I’ve brought out the big guns to banish this woeful condition.

It’s quite effective. I have to say.

My ears stopped hurting, my nose cleared, my cough calmed down….and I’m entirely relaxed, or just exhausted from coughing for the last 5 nights.

Today I’m grateful to be on the mend, and for the Rye whiskey I found buried deep in the cabinet above the refrigerator.

I don’t care for hard liquor. So instead of plain water, I made some chamomile tea, and added some extra lemon.

Taking nothing for granted

Breathing seems like such a simple thing, until a virus grabs you by the lungs.

Then moving, or trying to breath too deep causes coughing fits.  Cough syrup makes you dizzy.

Laying still is the only option.

It’s a good thing that there is a Star Wars Marathon on TV. I can be still for Star Wars. 

One box of Kleenex down, got two more left.  Tomorrow will be better.  Tomorrow needs to be better. 

A sweet surprise

My dear husband, God love him, sees a cardiologist on a regular basis.  I love his Doctor.  He is a chop-buster, and will yell at my husband if things don’t look good.  But that’s what my husband wanted in a Cardiologist, someone who would hold him accountable. 

So this week, my husband is in for his check up.  In check up chat, Dr. J asks my husband how long my husband and I have been married.  Somehow in the comments following the question, Dr. J sent a prescription home with me in mind. That must have been some chop-busting chat!


He’s not just a Heart Doctor, he’s a Love Doctor😍😘❤️❤️❤️.

He can hold my man’s feet to the fire any time he wants. 

The fun part was, my man was all for it.  We had a good laugh, and made some plans to go on a date. 

Great quote


If you aren’t taking care of yourself, who is?

Being busy isn’t a badge of honor.  Being too busy to develop your own gifts, talents, skill, or even your own peace doesn’t help anyone, and harms you.

What have you done to take care of yourself this week?

My last Hormone, or why I don’t want to go Bald. 


Doctors. One says yes to Hormone replacement. The other says no.

The No doctor says to me:  “do you shave your feet?”

Me:  ” I rarely have to shave my legs.  Why?”

No Doc:  “when was the last time you shaved your legs?”

Me:  “4 or 5 days?”

No Doc takes my arm:  “you don’t have hair on your arms either.  Your eyebrows are thin, and your hairline is receding.  No more hormones.”

Me:  “I’ve always been smooth, Doctor.”

No Doc:  “That’s why you are going in for an Ultrasound on your thyroid, and I’m getting 8 vials of blood.”

Me:  ” if I grow a mustache because of this, you are in trouble!”

I guess I’d rather be Cranky, Weepy, and Bitchy than Bald.

Two boxes of Kleenex, 27 hours of sleep, and a 3 peat of Roxanne

  
I learned about these too late!  Who knew that the fabulous minds of today came up with a product that would save the body of the dreaded Red Nose of Suffering!

Two boxes of Kleenex can do a number on the schnozzola.  But I’m on the mend.  

Today I woke up feeling better, had an appetite, and a little energy.  Gone were the shivers, the sweats, and the Booger Fest.

Today I’m grateful for feeling better, good sleep, and a good movie to watch over and over and one more time just because.

  

Colds, cold medicine, Kleenex, and falling over

I’m not a sick person.

I rarely go to the doctor.

But I came back from Phoenix with a cold, Dammit.

  
So I got on the couch with my tea, blankie, and Kleenex. 

My darling friends brought me Pho, spring rolls, dumplings, magazines, and more Kleenex. 

My nose is red, my ears hurt and are ringing, and as I sit down to soup, I fall on my butt cause I’m so dizzy.

What do my friends do?

They laugh their butts off because it was so hilarious.

Too bad my cold medicine wasn’t the old fashion kind.  But I’d really like to find some of this….

  
It would make falling down, so much more deserved.

To your health!