So I had a medial branch block in my lumbar spine on Monday and for a little more than 8 hours I was in pain-free heaven. I celebrated by over-doing it for several hours because there was no pain and because immediately after the injections, my doctor asked me to bend over and try to touch my toes.
I touched my toes and then showed off a little and stretched just a bit more to touch the floor with my palms.
I have very long arms.
I was also showing off.
Then I cried. I cried happy tears because for the first time in months…many months, I was bending over and touching my toes and the floor and there was NO PAIN!!!
NO MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!
Yeah, I cried. Then I hugged the doctor and the nurse because there was no pain.
He brought me back to Earth reminding me that this block was only temporary; a test to see if the next step was an option. Go! Go for a walk…ride your bike…bend, stretch, reach for the sky…go do things he told me. Do all the things that you could not do without pain and write it all down in this Pain Diary.
My doctor asked me, a blogger, to write in a pain diary what I was feeling after the medial branch block.
In other news, hurry up Insurance gods and give your consent for the RFA procedure. I am so ready!
Beyond my circus life, I’m not so sure about this year. 2016 was awfully harsh and stormy and blustery and a little bit dark…with even darker dark looming up ahead. But under The Big Top, 2016 was a pretty good year and a good time with a lot of love, light, laughter and hope.
A patient’s family handed me lemons the other day.
Add this to the No Matter How Old And Independent Your Children Are…or maybe think they are….They Will Still Need You files.
Pretty much all the honest truth telling there is in the world is done by children.
Are you in a good mood now, Mom?
Oh hey! that’s my name!
Nothing screams romance and sexy time anniversary celebrations than…moving.And because we are moving and we are celebrating our wedding anniversary, of course there is wine…wine in Solo cups because we have been packing up all the things.
Right here, right now, I’m thinking the best decision ever in moving The Big Top was to have this sweet oasis set up…to escape the chaos and endless to-do list inside The Big Top…to enjoy the quiet here uptown…here…home.
Golden Birthday Girls are just like us.
When he looks in the mirror, we want our son to know himself. It’s hard to face the world when you don’t know where your face came from.
You’re going to be there when a lot of people are born, and when a lot of people die. In most every culture, such moments are regarded as sacred and private, made special by a divine presence. No one on Earth would be welcomed, but you’re personally invited. What an honor that is.
And for a moment, I do reflect a little on the fact that there is no control once you are gone who tells your story.
Excuse me people but lately I am having some serious mad love for my neighborhood.
I kind of like science, Mom. I like it a lot.
Ah, Harry…you need a shave, my friend.
Give me a moment. Give all of us a moment.
I hope she will some day recall this once upon a December day and smile. I know that I will.
Since June, one of my favorite photographers and writers, Karen Walrond of Chookooloonks, has been sharing at the end of the month her five favorite photographs.
My sweet photographer friends Xanthe & Andrea both share their five favourite photographs they take every month — isn’t that a great habit? Not just because it inspires fans like me from a technical photography perspective (and really, they’re just so talented), but I imagine that the practice of going through their archives to look at their images more critically to pick their favourites helps them get better as well.
And so, of course, I’m copying them.
I was inspired but never got around to it (or a round tuit – nod to my late father in law) until now as September ends.
Is it just me or does September always seem a little endless? It does. At least it does here under The Big Top and, of course, I have this on a loop in my ear pretty much all month long…thanks Green Day!
Sorry. Off topic.
Me when I sit dow to write lately.
Like our friend, Shaun, here I am tripping down memory lane staring at baby pictures…babies with incredibly big hair.
Think what you may about Greek life ladies, but these ones are fierce, driven and super smart…watch out world!
Whatever will Dr. D. do when the last Scarborough living under The Big Top is straight outta braces?
And while the rest of the world seems to be overwrought over a recent news story about a 13th Zodiac sign, it really isn’t news after all. Regardless of the news, I remain Pisces forever!
When I started this adventure 11 years ago, one of the things that shocked me was that there were people who were actually interested in what basically has been my own navel gazing. Successful, popular, noted writer-type people who would share links of some of more memorable moments in this juggling act that I shared. For better, or for worse, they encouraged this. I for one am grateful for the encouragement.
One such person, Traci Arbios, has been an encourager, mentor and friend for years now. Right now Traci is in a fight…a mighty big fight. Earlier this week she suffered a life-threatening cardiac event. For those who know her, this came as a shock as she is a healthy, active 45 year old woman. Paramedics managed to restart her heart and she was then airlifted from the Fresno area to UCSF where she remains on life support quite possibly needing a heart transplant.
This witty, brilliant wife, mother of seven, friend and mentor to many faces a long, tough path to recovery. A gofundme account has been created with an amazing response which is wonderful because she and her family are going to need all the help that they can get.
In the meantime, to help grow the support for Traci, and create an online presence of support while her family is rallied around her, please consider sharing via social media a photo of yourself proudly wearing pink in some way (a favorite color of hers, which she once dyed her hair), with the hashtag #gopinkfortraci. Together, we can help Traci and her family feel our love and support during this incredibly difficult time.
I love you Traci!