- To my friends out there: I Aintnent Dead
- December 5th, 2010
Though there are times I wish I was. See there is this place where your ilium (part of the pelvis) joins with with sacrum (the very bottom of your spine--our tails used to grow out of the bottom of the sacrum). These two bones form a joint that is held together with very strong tendons. Men and women who work at hard physical labor and women who have had babies often have weakened those tendons, allowing those bones to rub against each other and irritate a nearby very important nerve-the sciatic nerve. I have had mild to moderate "sciatica", as it known when that nerve gets irritated, since my eldest son was born.
Then there is the fact that I was born with a moderate case of scoliosis in my lumbar spine. That, the fact that I am not skinny, my lower back was crooked, and my work (which often involved lifting heavy buckets of dirt and/or mud) blew out my two lowest vertebral discs. The doctor fixed that and six months later I was back in the field. While he was at it, he straightened my lower spine.
That was all about 3 years ago.
A combination of things, including my not tight enough tendons in my left sacro-iliac joint, my now rigid lower spine (you should see the x-rays, it's all very bionic), my now straight lower spine, and my continued failure to be skinny has resulted in said joint pretty much falling apart.
(Did you see that understatement of massive proportions go by just then?)
I was all set up for some new surgery to fix it when my sister broke her leg and my son who as just gotten out of the army had to go take care of his kids. Only person in house able to drive=me. Add two more months on Norco. My brain has more or less ceased to function. I have an appointment with my doc tomorrow to see how soon we can reschedule the surgery.
And I need y'all's advice. If I get down and kiss his feet while I beg him to schedule the surgery REAL SOON, will that help convince him? I am not sure I can get on my knees. More than two or three steps is---well, I just don't do that any more.
At some point in a month or two I am hoping to have cleared all the hydrocodone out of my brain and I will be able to write again. Just can't right now. My brain on drugs does not look like a fried egg but it definitely interferes with many activities I used to take for granted. It took me longer to correct all the errors in this little screed than it did to type it.
The whole point (one of the side-effects of these drugs is my normal chattiness has reach epic proportions) is that I will be back. Just give me a little more time.
Oh, and I was given a disability retirement, so I'll have more time once I get by pelvis put back together.