The past couple weeks have been pretty damn rough to say the very least. If you follow me on here, facebook, or twitter, then you have probably read some of my whining about my nagging, achy, burning, painful, annoying, biotch of a back. I’ve had problems with it since 2002, I can specifically remember when it started because I was preggers with Bug and it didn’t quit hurting, even after he was born. Up until now I’ve been able to deal with it because Moosh (my hubby) and I made the decision for me to be a stay at home mom when Bug was diagnosed. Typically I will be down and hurt really bad for a couple days so I’m pretty much stuck to my couch or bed. Then it will be okay for a week or so..well not really okay, but manageable. I can work with that. The truth is though, it has been hurting for a long time and I’ve been telling myself it was because I have a smaller build and I am always over doing it. At one point we thought it was because of my Endometriosis so I tried to treat it but didn’t have any luck so at that point I just gave up. I hate going to the doctor with a passion, I always put it off and when I finally do make myself an appointment I end up canceling nine times out of ten. There is always something more important to do so I take some aspirin and call it a day.
Why is it that us mommas are always on it like Blue Bonnet when it comes to taking care of our families but when it comes to taking care of ourselves, we put things off. I would never put off a doctors appointment for Bug or Moosh, I don’t know why I haven’t always put that same thinking into my own health.
I quit smoking on May 15th and have decided to try to change things one by one to live healthier and be around longer for my boy. My 30th birthday and Bug’s eleventh were both last weekend and because of my procrastination on the back stuff I ended up spending the majority of the time on the couch. I have been down for a couple weeks now and it’s the worst it has ever been. It got so bad that I couldn’t even sleep laying down anymore so after 3 days of trying to sleep sitting up I finally broke down and called the chiropractor.
I got xrays and went back for another appointment to find that my issues started long before 2002 like I had thought. The doctor said my back was broken when I was a kid and that it had grown together all messed up. He said I have Spondylolisthesis, bad Scoliosis, nerve damage, tissue damage, Arthritis, and phase II Spinal Degeneration. The curve in my neck goes the opposite way it is supposed to and I have an extra curve where it has tried to compensate for all the jacked-up-ness that is my mess of a back. SO. I thought I was going in for a little snap and crack and then tada, I was going to be better, but I ended up leaving with a long term plan of action and a diagnosis. I guess that’s what I get for that post about not being worried about feeling old cause I was turning 30. Touche universe, touche.