*Huff* *Puff*

Today I had to go to the drug store to pick up some prescriptions (alas, none related to my back problems). It was a five-minute trip by car, so I decided to cross my fingers and drive. I set up an arrangement of cushions on the driver's seat. The last time I tried this (over a week…

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Catch-22

Another entry in the seemingly never-ending saga of my medical recovery. <lj-cut> My current status: I'm getting better, but with all the speed of a glacier that doesn't believe in global warming. I've been able to work from home, and they're being incredibly generous about that at my workplace. However, my (inexpert) estimate is that if I…

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I’d make a lousy zombie

Today I finally managed to work my way through the insurance company's twisty maze of little passages, all alike, and get approval for an MRI. The location was only ten minutes from my home by car. I've been basically lying on my sofa or my bed for the past two weeks, and was feeling better. I decided…

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Good news and bad news

The good news is that the orthopedist thinks I'll make a complete recovery. The bad news is that this will take time. The minimum time it will take me to recover is two weeks; he's written an official note to that effect. In the meantime, he's prescribed rest, with no pressure on my coccyx. That pretty much…

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Tick-tock

Counting the hours until the appointment with the orthopedist. I've barely managed to control the pain with some leftover pills, but those will run out soon. I could also spend time counting my blessings: medical insurance, a good workplace, a healthcare system that will support me. It's a little harder when you're in pain, but it's better…

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“Give him six.”

A addendum to my last post: he Doctor said I should be given some ibuprofen. The Hostess found a bottle. The Doctor asked, "How many milligrams of ibuprofen are in each pill?" The Hostess looked at the label. "200 milligrams." "Give him six." So the Hostess gave me six pills and I swallowed them down. The Doctor…

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Pain and fantasy

Last Saturday, I was at the home of a friend of mine. Call her the Hostess. The reason for the visit was to meet with Melissa Dinwiddie. She's an artist, musician, and creative consultant. I was there to attend a workshop Melissa was giving on how to encourage creativity. About a half-hour into the workshop there's a…

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