Well, I know I really shouldn’t consider myself old. I’m 53 — that’s the new 30, right? So why do I feel like I’m 83? I just got back to the office from the chiropractor. He’s adjusted me about as far as he can go — says the rest is nerve pain, which means it is that disc, now pressing on the left side instead of the right or, I guess, pressing on both simultaneously. So I guess I’ll wait to hear from the neurosurgeon. In the meanwhile, I need to get back in to see my regular doc because I’m just about out of pain pills. I can’t take any NSAIDs due to the bypass. I do have my little EMS device with me, so I’ll be wandering around the office with a wire sticking out of my pants all day. Do I care? Heck no — I need some relief!
I did manage to load a quilt this weekend. I went slow and did my best not to hurt myself. Did pretty well actually. I do so much better when I’m standing, and there’s something about having quilting fabric between my fingers that seems to soothe me. If only I didn’t need this dang day job to pay the bills. Yes, I know if wishes were horses — ouch! No riding for me today!