When I are hear the word bulging I think of fat butt in tight pants. Or a huge man in a little car. Or at the very least a muffin top.
When I hear the word herniated I automatically zoom into thinking of shaved balls. Because once in elementary school a dude had a herni-A and I "heard through the grape vine" that when he woke up in recovery his pubic hair was gone. And lack of care/concern/proximity to such things even 25 years later, has left me in the dark and thinking the same thing.
And lastly, when I hear disc I think of a frisbee.
Yesterday, I waited for over an hour reading May's issue of Star. In a stiff chair in a "back specialist's" office. I figured the chairs would at least be... I don't know... ergonomic or something due to the clientele and all. I told myself that even though I MIGHT piss off some friend's for missing thier very special thrity-something dinner party birthday, and even though my back was now KILLING me, and even though it was the first day of school and my head was pounding, that it would all be worth it.
I figured he, the doctor, that is, would tell me in hushed tones that it was not the cancer I feared ( which was completely irrational on my part ) and that it was a minor muscle spasm. For the last six or so years. And that a weekly massage ( again, irrational and at least here slightly hopeful ) would fix me up in no time!
And so when he announced with a smile it was a bulging hernianted disc, I had to retract my normal word association and really think. Because my initial thought was a fat-pubic-haired-circle thing. In my back? That just didn't make any sense to me.
And strangely enough, the textbook definition is not so off from that- minus the pubic hair part.
The good news is... no exercise! The bad news is... no exercise!
I like to have an excuse now and again to avoid the gym. But this could be for the rest of my life! My mom said yoga.
I just want to keep myself as well-oiled as possible so I don't have to use a wheel chair by the time I am 40.
Although I have some some rather spiffy canes out there.
I’ll Be Okay
2 days ago
3 comments:
Okay- WHAT??? When did that happen? And "Because my initial thought was a fat-pubic-haired-circle thing. In my back? That just didn't make any sense to me."
I'm peeing.
I don't know!! It's hurt for years and finally, one very scary MRI and x-ray session later... voila! Back issues!! I am shocked, too! I thought he was going to tell me the same thing as all the other back dr.s--- muscle spasm. It's cute- because now my mother and I have matching back problems. And we can sit on heating pads and talk on the phone together. Or something.
Keep up the good work.
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