Hello all of my faithful 5 readers. By now thanks to the amazing reliability of Twitter you know I am going to have to have some mechanical work done on my back. Apparently when I fell in January I fractured a vertebra and no one noticed because they were busy putting my arm back into my shoulder socket. So this fracture is what has been causing the back spasms.
Fortunately a compressed disk fracture can be fixed by filling it with bone cement through a surgical procedure called a vertebroplasty. Let’s hope they use something a little more reliable than this:
This procedure will be done on Wednesday the 13th in the morning. It is outpatient but I’ll be there awhile while the cement dries (please don’t use crazy glue and leave an instrument in my back accidentally). Plus I made sure they promised to sedate me so that may take awhile for me to come out of it.
But I’ll be home sometime later that day and have to have a bit of bed rest for a day or so and then should return to my usual wacky self.
I’m hearing rumors that EmmaLou may deliver meals but she’ll probably snack on them on the way up the stairs.
Hopefully I will be walking with considerably less pain soon and may be able to plant flowers after all, or at least throw out some wild flower seeds and turn my garden into some type of prairie. But I’m still leaving the laundry for Devoted Spouse.
Both of my blogs: Crone and Bear It and http:craponacrutch.com will be taking a break for awhile. I must work ahead in school to turn in assignments before I go have this procedure coz heaven knows what the pain meds will do to me afterward and I hesitate to turn in homework with slurred typing. So I’m off to study ahead and get some work done.
Now let’s have a little levity — I told Devoted Spouse that if anything would do it, this procedure would certainly cement our relationship.
Here in Ohio there has been a weird fascination with concrete geese. People buy them, dress them up in strange outfits and then put them on their front porches. The outfits change with the weather or the occasion. It’s bizarre. I wondered if having cement in my back would qualify me as one of these geese and would the crazy woman down the street put some strange outfit on me and park me on her porch. I don’t want orange feet.
I also wondered would this procedure help solidify my study processes for school. Of course my study habits are never set in stone so we’ll just have to wait and see if this treatment firms up my school priorities. I can be such a bone head. I simply have no choice; I must be putty in the hands of these doctors and hope for the best.
Please God, let the concrete harden and do its job, and don’t accidentally spill any on my butt coz I’ll never be able to live that down. (HardA$$). I’m already a SmartA$$ (Twitter inside joke). Smart Mouth Broad will be happy to explain it to you.
Try and stay out of trouble until I return. Feel free to email me – I will answer emails but I probably won’t be on Twitter.
Wish me luck – I’ll be back as soon as I can. But now I must hit the books!