I did get the afghan finished. We love it. It’s nice and warm. The next day, I threw my back out. It’s been a long process getting back to normal. To top it off, I’ve had a migraine for 2 weeks running. Well, it’s more like a constant headache that morphs into a migraine on occasion. Still, not the way I want to spend my time. Today, I broke down and went to the Dr.’s office. Since we have no insurance, it was off to the free clinic for me. I’ll tell you this it’s a good thing they’re staffed by volunteers because no way would I ever pay to be treated the way I was. Which really shouldn’t have come as a surprise since it’s just the way I was treated the last time I was there – about a year ago. That time, to shut me up and show me what for they sent me to be tested for diabetes. I’m overweight, in pain, so I must be sitting on my arse eating bon-bon’s all day. Guess what, I’m not diabetic. Not even borderline.
I’m tired. Tired of being in pain all the time. Tired of not being able to do the things I love. Tired of feeling like it’s only making things worse every time I work towards making it better. I walked out of the Dr.’s office today. I came home and the head of the program, or what ever it could be classified as called me, I finally conceded and spoke with him. I’m going back on Thursday, and they’re setting me up for X-rays and an appointment with the orthopedic specialist. We’ll see how it goes. Like I told the gentleman on the phone, I could go to the emergency room to be “treated” – if by “treated” I was just looking for a perscription of pain meds, muscle relaxers, or something along those lines. That’s not what I’m looking for. I’m not looking to “feel” better – I want to be better.
I dunno. Going to get off this thing – it hurts. Damn, can’t even sit here on my arse. Imagine that <sigh>