When I die, Iβm going to donate my body to science. Donβt mistake me, Iβm not being altruistic. Iβm being realistic. Maybe one of those brilliant doctors or scientists can finally figure out what the fuck was wrong with me; I sure as hell havenβt had any luck so far. This long sought-after info wonβt be worth a pile of beans to me cos Iβll be dead β¦. just saying.
There are 168 hours in one week. Just for fun, letβs divide that in half to represent day and night β awake hours vs asleep hours (not very accurate, I know, but you get the picture). Half of 168 is 84. Of those 84 hours, I experience a tingling sensation for about 70 hours per week, maybe more. And it’s not the good kind of tingling. You know what I mean, wink wink.
When the tingling first started, perhaps two years ago, it was fleeting β much like the feeling you get when your foot is about to fall asleep. It was located in the left side of my lower back and traveled down the back of my left thigh to my knee. It was annoying but not horrible. Over time, the tingling spread down to my toes; now it has also begun to travel up into my back, shoulder and neck β¦. all on the left side. And it is insatiable …. kinda like that feeling I get when I see Colin Farrell. There are few and far between times when Iβll notice the tingling is gone; itβs sheer bliss and feels absolutely magnificent to be at rest. Then it comes back just a couple of hours later. Itβs back right now but this time in both legs! Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
I really enjoy walking but havenβt been getting out as much as Iβd like. Walking saved me the last time I had a major flare up. Everything just sort of healed itself. I got my strength and stamina back and I was feeling the best I’d felt in quite a while. I need to get back into walking. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but I really don’t enjoy walking when it’s freezing outside and there are no malls nearby to walk in.
Today was like Spring so I went for a short walk; I took it easy and was out for only about 15 minutes. I do not subscribe to the ”no pain, no gain’‘ school of thought; 15 minutes today was quite enough, thank you. After walking, I relaxed in my recliner for a while with an ice pack, just to be on the safe side. I love my recliner. Itβs where I make pit stops during the day, when I need a break from housecleaning, cooking, babysitting. Iβll put my feet up and ice my back and neck and it helps.
Lately my head has developed a tendency to tilt to the left; it happens when Iβm watching TV or sleeping or checking out the new house being built across the way or sitting at my Mac, as I am right now. When I get really tired or Iβve pushed myself too far, my lower back will start screaming while my left side becomes an angry buzz of tingles. My head will tilt dramatically to the left and I imagine I must look like Marty Feldman, the actor who played Igor in Mel Brooksβ βYoung Frankensteinβ. (If youβve seen the movie, you’ll know thatβs Eyegor and FrΓ€nkenstΔΔn). I adore Mel Brooks, the last of the real comedic geniuses. At least I have managed to keep my sense of humor through all this physical bullshit.
Now Iβm noticing a lovely new development: it’s all but impossible for me to tilt my head to the right! Ain’t that a kick in the head!? Itβs either sitting perfectly straight on my shoulders (which is good!) or tilting to the left. Thereβs a tendon, I think, that is stretched to the max like a big fat fully extended rubber band and itβs tight as a drum. Iβm pretty damn sure thatβs whatβs keeping me from tilting my head to the right. I saw my orthopedist the other day; she felt around my shoulders and said βJeez, youβre really tight!β Ya think!?!
Iβve had multiple trigger point injections, nerve blocks, epidurals and cortisone shots, all resulting in extremely short term relief. X-Rays, scans and MRIs show a lot of arthritis, spinal stenosis and some funkiness going on with my discs but nothing βremarkableβ. How can that be? Ain’t that a freakinβ kick in the head!? Hey! Maybe thatβll set everything straight β¦. a good kick in the head!
So, hereβs the plan: next week Iβm going to have another bilateral shot in my lower back in the hope it will βalleviate my discomfortβ. If it doesnβt, Iβll have another series of MRIs to see if anything has changed over the 12 months since my last set of MRIs. It will be fantastic if the shot helps but Iβm not betting the house on it. One thing is certain: after this upcoming shot, Iβm done with injections. Iβve had it so wish me luck! Well, you might be interested in knowing that besides the arthritis/stenosis, there’s not another single thing wrong with me. I’m in perfect health, totally aware of what’s happening to this “vessel” in which I exist. Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
My mister is one of the funniest people I know and we make each other laugh. It’s not always easy keeping a good sense of humor but it helps me get through everything. And to be perfectly honest …. Iβm getting really tired of walking around like Igor!
From Mel Brooksβ βYoung Frankensteinβ, the first meeting of Igor and Dr. Frankenstein:
This is Dean Martin with “Ain’t That A Kick In The Head”