Posts Tagged ‘body issues’

Waiting for the pain to stop

Friday, October 21st, 2011

I am carving out some time here to write at least a little bit about what’s been going on.

I have the time right now because (1) I’M NOT WORKING TODAY!!  This is a Good Thing.  The (2) reason is also part of why I’m not at work and that’s because I seriously hurt my back somehow and I spent most of the evening yesterday and so far this morning laying on an ice pack and waiting for the pain to go away.

I can’t remember if it was Sunday or Monday morning, but I got up with a bit of an ache in my back.  We went to the chiropractor’s on Tuesday and they adjusted me and worked on that spot and when I went home, it felt improved, but not better.  Wednesday, it got gradually worse, and Thursday it was awful.  I spent a lot of the day trying to find ways to move that didn’t make that spot hurt and then sitting on an ice pack that I borrowed from a coworker.  Unfortunately, I also spent a lot of the day (and most of the previous days this week) running around like a headless chicken in a flock of headless chickens trying to get work done.  We did manage to get the projects complete, but there was shouting and slamming doors and bickering — so much bickering.  And lots of running around.  And there’d be times when I’d be walking and take a turn swiftly and gasp a little because it hurt.  Or I’d stand up from my desk and just that movement would make me gasp from the pain.

So I went back to the chiropractor’s office and told him “The pain! Make it stop!” and he adjusted me again.  And then he had me lie with wedges under my hips keeping me aligned for several minutes with the cold laser on my back and then I got to lie on the traction bed before lying on the biomat for a while, too.  And by the time I left, I was able to move without as much pain, but there is still a lot of pain.  I have an appointment again this afternoon.  But until then, I’m lying on an ice pack and taking Advil and waiting for the pain to stop.

Normally, on my first day off from work, I’d spend most of the morning sleeping.  Especially since I woke up around 2 and didn’t fall back asleep until close to 4 because I was too uncomfortable to fall back asleep.  But the trash men woke me up with their noise and the pain has kept me wide awake since then.  So I’m sitting on a recliner downstairs, surrounded by all 5 of the sofa pillows, ice pack on my low back, blanket over top, typing this to all of you.  I was going to watch TV, but I wanted to write this out before I sunk into that distraction.  Hopefully the TV will help me forget to pay attention to the pain, but it really is a time sucker.

Anyway, that’s the story of my back.  No idea, really, how I hurt it so badly.  It’s like my collarbone.  Still no idea how I managed to hurt that.  My chiropractor keeps saying that these types of injuries are the kind that people get when they’re in car accidents or brawls.  I keep trying to convince him that I’m not getting up in the night and fighting crime in my sleep.  He’s not convinced.

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Chilly!

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

It may be possible that I have lived in the south for too long.  This morning I practically sprinted across the parking lot to get inside the building where I work.  The temperature was in the 40s and in my button-up long-sleeved shirt and knee-length skirt, I was freezing!  Tomorrow I will wear a jacket.  And maybe a hat and gloves and pants.  Except I don’t really have any work pants left – my last remaining pair has a key ring attached to the zipper since the pull broke off and even with that feature, the zipper has developed a fear of heights and I have to safety pin the key ring at the top-most position of the zipper in order to maintain my businesslike, professional appearance.  Yup.  That’s how it’s rolling around here.  But I’ve got a bunch of skirts that I wear so it’s not like being pants-less is an issue.

Anyway!  The point was that it was cold!  And maybe I would have handled the temperature better if two days ago it hadn’t been in the 80s.  I mean, we went from highs in the 80s to highs in the 60s in the course of an afternoon.  It was warmer yesterday at 6:00 in the morning than it was at 4:00 in the afternoon.  That’s just not right!

So, obviously, the only solution is to make a trip up to the cold northern climes to reacclimatize myself to the temperatures, so yesterday Justin and I got tickets to make that trip.  I put our information about that on the forum on Erica’s website so interested parties can see that.  I’m looking forward to the trip!

Part of that excitement might be because it has been absolutely insane around here lately.  I don’t even have the time to go over how crazy it’s been, but trust me – crazy.  And my back is killing me.  And my addiction to the Layton franchise is going strong.  And I’m starting a new diet in order to lose a little weight before our trip up north.  And all of these things I should write about, but I don’t have the time right now because things are just so darn crazy.

But I’ll try to do something soon.  Like maybe I’ll actually take a Friday and not work!  Maybe . . . .

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Stuff ‘n’ Things

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Since I got my hair cut on Saturday, 1 person noticed at church, 1 friend noticed when she came over Sunday evening, 1 person noticed at work, 2 people noticed at the chiropractor’s office.  That’s right — more people noticed at the chiropractor’s office where we go a handful of times a month than the people who I work with 40 hours a week, every week, for the last couple years.  This makes me surprisingly grumpy at my coworkers, but very fond of the people at the chiropractor’s office.

Justin is sick.  He caught something Sunday and has been down for the count Monday and today.  Which means he’s slept most of the day, up for about 3 hours during the day, and then he’s up in the evening for a while.  The sheets are in the washing machine as I type this.  They were smelling distinctly “slept in,” if you know what I mean.

I’m having one of those weeks at work where I wonder why I’m doing what I’m doing instead of something that actually might make a difference, like massage therapy.  Or teaching yoga.  Or running a book store.  Something that has a feeling of accomplishment involved, instead of this repeated frustration of doing the same task for every project that has to be checked off the list of requirements but that no one really cares to look through except me.  I’m getting really tired of it.  And I work for a good company that treats the employees well, with good pay and great benefits and I can’t complain that there’s any hardship involved with what I do at all.  It’s just that the whole points of what I’m doing for the company doesn’t seem to make a lick of difference and I’m tired of spending 40 hours a week doing something that doesn’t matter.

And that’s all nothing but grumpiness.

I’ve been really wanting to decorate the house for fall (even though it’s still really hot here) so here are a couple pictures of ideas I saw and liked.

(I actually did these candles last year and they turned out super cute.)

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Updates

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Today was my weigh-in and I figured I’d keep you all “in the loop” and let you know that I’ve successfully lost 15 pounds now since the middle of April.  And I’m not really exercising much yet (because I’m LAZY) and I’m still doing the diet thing with about 80% compliance or a little less, but I’m trying to stick to it as much as possible.

What that looks like is this:  Today I’ve had unsweetened applesauce, a Cobb salad, an apple, carrots, a sugar-free Peppermint Patty, and sunflower seeds.  For dinner we’re having Manwich, which I’ll put over squash.  And then I’ll have a sugar-free ice cream bar.  Yesterday’s dinner was a huge salad with a hard boiled egg, strawberry, sunflower seeds, and dressing.  But Monday’s dinner was pizza, boneless wings, and a bread stick, which I enjoyed completely – and was the reason why I ate mostly vegetables all Tuesday.

It’s a process.  Some days are easier than others.  But it’s working, as evidenced by the -15 pounds, and I can feel it when my body doesn’t like what I’ve been eating – mostly by the twitching in my legs when I’ve got too much sugar in my system.  It’s really annoying.

Anyway, we’re pretty sure we can get phone service in the house most of the time now, so feel free to call if you’d like.  That’s a really random transition, but it was the topic of the last couple posts here, so I figured I should follow up on that item, too.

In other news, it’s hot.  And the weather keeps saying that it’s going to rain.  Every day, the little icon for thundershowers shows up on my calendar.  But every day I go home on bone dry roads, leaving my umbrella in my office in case I need it tomorrow.  We need the rain.  The backyard is brown and crunchy.  Vines in a pot that I ignored have completely dried up and died.  I think even the bugs have given up on finding anything alive in our backyard.  Justin and I look out at it and say, “We should really water that,” but we don’t do it very often because it’s such a waste of water.  And besides, the weather says it’s going to rain tomorrow.  I’ll be sure to have my umbrella ready.

Justin and I went to the beach last Saturday afternoon and spent several hours enjoying that.  It’s a long process to initiate, so we have to enjoy it for several hours to make it worth it.  After all, there’s packing the car and making sure we have everything we need; there’s the 90 minute or so drive; there’s the pulling everything from the car, walking to a place on the beach, and setting everything up; and then there’s the thorough application of sunscreen.  In the end, our encampment involves 2 umbrellas, 2 lounge chairs, towels, sunscreen, a couple books, possibly some food, definitely something to drink, 2 boogie boards, and a wrap for me if/when I get cold.  And after we’ve enjoyed the beach, we have to take it all apart, walk it back to the car, drive all the way back home, unpack the car, and then shower all the sand out of our hair.  It takes time, so the time in between had better be worth all the trouble.

And it usually is.  Saturday was definitely no exception.  We got there as the tide was coming in, so we set up really far back on the sand so we wouldn’t have to worry about the water.  Because the tide was incoming, the waves were fantastic (for this part of the coast) and we spent a good amount of time splashing around in the water.  It takes a while for me to get over my anxiety of the water — I worry about getting out too far and not being able to make it back in and I worry about not being able to touch the bottom and I worry about getting attacked by jellyfish or other sea creatures.  But Justin is patient and eventually I relax and we have a blast.  Saturday, I got tired more quickly than he did (plus, I had to take a break after I get a lot of water up my nose) so I spent time in the shade while he kept on playing. Which is why he ended up with an impressive sunburn while I didn’t.

So we spent a chunk of time in the water and then a chunk of time on shore, reading in the shade of our umbrellas, and then more time in the water.  And the whole time, the tide was coming in.  The crowds started thinning out as there was less and less beach above water level.  And the people who were staying had to keep a close eye on their things to make sure that they didn’t lose anything to the waves.  Every now and then there’d be a cry of “Oh, no!” as someone’s towel got soaked by a far-reaching wave.  Justin eventually moved all our stuff to the grassy bank behind us — the sand where we were sitting runs up to a part of the beach that’s suddenly about 2 feet higher and covered in marsh grass.  So he put everything up on that so it’d be sure to stay dry.  And then we just sat there as the waves came closer and closer to our chairs and then under our chairs and then sunk the chairs in the sand several inches as the water washed past.  It was so cool!  And really relaxing.  And Justin packed up the car while I sat there enjoying it and then we dug my chair out of the sand and went home.  Where we covered his upper torso with lots and lots of aloe.

It was a great day!

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The exciting conclusion of my Cabbage Soup Diet adventure!

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

So I’m pretty sure some of you are at least a little curious to know how this whole diet thing turned out for me.  I had my meeting with Carol the Nutritionist this afternoon and at my weigh-in I had lost . . . 7 pounds!  And that was without any exercising because I just couldn’t muster up the energy to do any of that this last week.  Carol’s words at that were: “Think of how much more you would have lost if you had exercised!”  And yet, I have no regrets about taking it easy because I genuinely didn’t have it in me.

For the record, if anyone cares to know how much trouble I’m in with the weight issue, that puts me at 225 pounds.  But it’s a start and that’s what I was really looking for, more than a massive weight loss.  It would have been super cool to lose a lot of weight, and I’m tickled by a >5 pound loss in a week, but I still have a long way to go.  My goal healthy weight is around 140 pounds.

To that end, Carol and I talked about what my diet goals need to be.  And, in short, it’s restrictive.  The foods I can eat are fruits, non-starchy vegetables, and lean protein.  No dairy.  No carbs.  No sugar.  No bread.  No rice.  No potatoes.  No cheese.  Until I can get my weight down where it needs to be, I need to stay clear away from those things.  Once I’m down where I need to be and have learned how to eat healthy foods and in correct portions, then I can look at adding carbs back into my diet, but until then . . . nada.

It’s going to be really, really hard.  And I know I’m going to have cheat days, but they have to be few and far between.  Of course, I’m starting out with a cheat day tomorrow—I’m going to have bread because I just can’t stop dreaming about it.  But I have to learn how to get appropriate carbs from fruits and veggies, instead of flour.

And that, honestly, is frustrating.  I don’t especially want to do it.  But nothing else I’ve done has worked.  And I’m really sick and tired of weighing so much more than my husband.  And my clothes not fitting right.  And being embarrassed to wear a swim suit.  And wondering if I’m the fattest girl in the room.  And not being able to run.  And hating photographs taken of me.

And that . . . is all I have to say about that.

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