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News: Good, Bad, and Otherwise

Today was a big day. A big day that started yesterday evening about 5 O'Clock. I was test driving a new massage therapist (LMT) to see if they might be able to alleviate some of the (fuckinggodawful) pain I've been dealing with in my neck/shoulder/back/arm.Turns out he hit all the areas that were giving me problems. I left there already noticing a difference. I went to bed hopeful that I would actually sleep through the night. Went to bed about 10:30 pumped for a full night's sleep.Then...like clockwork, I'm up. 1:30AM. But not from pain. From the office calling me with an system down issue. Fuuuuuuuuudge. I guess I'll be testing the full night sleep theory tonight.I still hurt. But on a 1-10 pain scale...it's about a 2 or 3. Compared to before my visits to the LMT, it's WAY down. Prior to yesterday the constant pain was about a 5 or 6 and would flare up to 9. In short, it sucked balls.Had my visit with the neurologist at OrthoNeuro today. That went...unev…

Meh...And Other Tales of Woe

It's been quite some time since I've updated the blog. Sorry about that. For about the past 4 weeks I've been fighting this back pain (well...feels more like shoulder..but it shoots down my whole right arm). And to be honest, I just haven't felt like doing much. The pain is constant and on some days its kind of overwhelming.In short, it sucks. I'm not trying to garner any sympathy or anything like that...I'm just in pain. The drugs help a little..they take it from a burning stabbing pain to a deep dull ache. Which, I suppose, is better.I've got two doctor visits this week. One with a DO, the other with the neurosurgeon. My choice is to resolve this things non-surgically if at all possible. But at this point, I just want to be out of pain. Seriously. I haven't slept through the night in weeks. I'm almost always up 3-4 hours after I get in to bed. It's not been a lot of fun. I totally don't feel like myself. Even my trip to the farm was clou…

Even When I Don't Want To

Some days I don't quite feel like myself. There are days when I feel like the person you see... the person that everyone sees when they see me isn't quite the real me. It's like a role. Or a part in some play. And I'm watching myself play it.Pain makes things true. I've been in pain for a few weeks now. Physical pain I mean. I've been in pain in my back, neck, shoulder, and arm for a few weeks. And shit hurts. I don't want to hurt any more.I don't want to take drugs before I go to sleep so I can sleep 4 fitful hours before the pain wakes me up. I don't want that.And yet...part of me thinks that maybe this is part of my new normal? I don't know. Normally a weekend down on the farm clears my head. This weekend did some of that. But it also prompted more questions.I don't know that I can put in to words right now quite what's going through my head.I'm not intentionally trying to be cryptic or mysterious...but...meh. I need to get some …

Manifestations...or Infestation or Something Like That

I don't enjoy being in pain. Well...I mean sometimes it's ok in a Marquis sort of way. But this is not one of those times. 68 days ago (oh how much better the segue would have been had I written the opener tomorrow, but alas I'm up now...and writing...so we go with it)...yes...68 Days ago or there abouts, I did the Warrior Dash. It was on my fukkitList as something I wanted to accomplish. At this point in my life, it represents the pinnacle in physical achievement. And I thought that after doing kickboxing and Hap Ki Do 3 times a week each (6-8 solid hours of working out a week) that I was ready for it.I was right, and I was wrong. I completed the course. I did every obstacle, albeit quite slowly. But I finished it. I can cross it off the list. For now. But it was not without price. At the time I did the dash I weighed nearly 20lbs less than my current weight. Yeah. I've put some of the weight back on. Because...well..I jacked up my knee doing the Warrior Dash. I spr…

Back Pain...Shoulder Pain...Heart Attack...Back Again

Some of the events from this weekend were actually fun. Some sucked ass.And, as is my custom, I will start with the suck ass bits of the weekend. Which, really, just boiled down to Friday night. For some unknown reason, my back and right shoulder area has been hurting for several weeks now. I've been going to the chiropractor since I've had success with them before and since I wasn't keen on putting a whole lot of drugs in my body. And this is good...in theory.The problem is that I'm still in stupid amounts of pain...so I'm taking more than the maximum recommended dosage of tylenol and its generic equivalents. So I'm sure my liver is not necessarily as keen on alternative medecine as I am. As I was in the chiro office this past Friday, she gave me the news I'd been expecting. My back/shoulder (or the scalenes as they called the area having problems) is not responding and it's time to look at steroids and muscle relaxers.Woohoo. Music to my ears. Prob…

TechnoCheez

It doesn't matter how technically advanced as a specie or society we get. It will never cease to appall me when someone's phone rings and they answer and have a conversation in the shitter. Seriously dude...there are certain audible cues that no one should have to hear on a phone call. The grunting, clenching, plottzing, and plopping. Nope. No sir. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. And before you call me out on it...texting or Facebooking whilst on the crapper is not the same thing at all. Those methods of communication can happen anywhere. And unless you tell the recipient, they have no idea of your current locale. Easy peasy Japanesey.I had a whole train of though queued up and ready to leave ShinyBlog Station...but at the moment all I want to do is take a nap. The past couple weeks of only getting a few interrupted hours of sleep a night are catching up to me. Time for a Spark.Yeah. Seriously. At this point, I got nothin'. I'm not even going to p…

in Flux

Weird thing happened to me the other day. I was typing and as soon as I hit 88WPM, I found myself in a document I had written years ago.Strange. Guess that's what happens when I used Brown's Doc DeLorean app.OR something like that. Yeah...I know...it was a long way to go for a Back to the Future reference. Although I'd be lying if I said I was sorry I made it to begin with. Any day you can quote or reference BTTF is a good day in my book.Speaking of books...I haven't been doing much on Facebook this week but lurking. Which leads me to wonder....are the same peeps still reading the blog now that I haven't actually posted on FB that the blog has been updated? Dunno. I mean I can look at a traffic report from blogger.com and find out, but it's more fun to just blindly speculate.This isn't really my lunch hour (I'm not actually taking a lunch today because I'm hitting up the chiropractor again today to try to figure out what the fuck is up with my sh…