Hmmm. Updates: I injured my back

This song reminds me of my sisters SO much:



Now on to the back! Last Friday, I was horsing around with Hubby (a near nightly occurrence, and no, it's not a euphemism for sex) and I think that led to me hurting my back pretty badly. Saturday I was already pretty solidly booked, so I went in despite it, and it got progressively worse. I actually ended up visiting the chiropractor same day because I could feel/hear my vertebrae clicking and moving out of place. It was really painful and somewhat scary.

Music break: HOLY CRAP THIS SONG IS SO MUCH DIRTIER THAN I REMEMBER IT BEING.



So in the evening, Hubby pretty much demanded I take the next day off, and especially after my chiropractor heavily implied that work would be a VERY bad idea, I started the texting to the 'uppers' about it. It got worked out, and I implied that Monday would also not be very good. They replied that I would have to find my own replacement or show up. We got a replacement, though, so I managed to get off on Sunday and Monday. Littlin offered to skip school to take care of me. Sneaky little girl.

On Sunday, Hubby took me to the Urgent Care because I wasn't improving (it was actually getting worse), and they found blood in my urine. This made them send me to the ER because they were fairly certain I had a kidney stone, but didn't have the machines to test it.

Music break (because music.):


At the ER (where we spent 3 good hours- From 8 to 11 p.m.), they also tested my urine, but went a step further and ran a CT scan. My entire 'urinary system' was fine. I will say that I had some performance anxiety at the Urgent care, so that could have contributed to blood mix-up. The doctor there pronounced it to be skeletomuscular, which is right up my and my chiropractor's alley. And suggested I see my primary doctor if it didn't clear up soon, but also gave me pain pills and muscle relaxants. I had an appointment with my doc on Tuesday already, so I accepted that, we filled the meds, life goes on.

Music break: This is such a nice song, but the artists look SO YOUNG to me now. Awwwkward.


I was, in fact, NOT doing any better on Tuesday, so made it my primary issue for the doctor to look at. I wrote a whole page worth of things going on that needed addressing. The receptionists (neither Hubby nor I like them) told me to circle 3, and after my appointment I could schedule another to cover other issues. They refused to let me schedule til after the appointment.

The doctor himself was brief, to the point, and took my word for pretty much everything. He poked my back a bit, and said it was muscular. Then gave me a prescription for ibuprofin. Fun note: Since I haven't taken it in years, it's actually fairly effective. He did tell them to refer me to a foot doctor and gynocologist though, which I've needed for a long time. I have to get my birth control out by May 1st or it can hurt my body.

Music break! Theme: Doctors.....


The receptionists wouldn't let me meet with the referral specialist (despite the nurse's ORDERS) and instead gave me her card and told me to give her three days before even attempting to call. I only have two weeks to get this removed. Does that matter to them? Noooope. I really hate that one receptionist. Anyway.

Music break! This video is touching (thought Lavigne's scenes are sickeningly cliche in some parts)


My back has begun improving, but I didn't take any anti-inflammatories yesterday, and it hurt a lot more today, so I know now they're important to take! I just didn't have a good time to take them yesterday, but today I did.

So lets see, Wednesday MJ had therapy in the afternoon, and we FINALLY had a breakdown DURING therapy. MJ said all adults look like big scary monsters to her, and spat at me that me being scary was the only reason she listens to me. She also said she was disappointed because I wasn't like the big sister she remembered, that I'd turned into a scary adult while we were apart. I think there's truth to that. I don't think it excuses her behavior though. I've been working towards being more lenient. So afterward we went to a movie (Paddington-It was ok) like I'd planned. She didn't have any breakdowns this day.

Music Break! This song is STILL one of my favorites of Maroon 5


 Thursday I went to my acupuncturist. I actually drifted off for awhile with the needles inside me. Then I had lunch with Hubby, went home, chilled, picked up Bratling, and got her to her voice lesson. We were a little late because traffic. Seriously, I didn't mess that sentence up, there's just no explanation for the shitty traffic this 'city' boasts. It drives me to raging. You should hear some of the comments I make at idiots that drive here.

Speaking of, when MJ and I went to pick up Hubby, two cars nearly hit us!! One was just steadily, happily, going BACKWARDS at a stoplight! I screeched my horn, and panicked for a moment before I took a breath, went into reverse, and backed the hell out of dodge. They got within 6 INCHES of my car!!! Anyway... *coughcoughcough*

Music break!! This song and video are so perfect together. It's always a touching story to me. SPOILER ALERT!: If you haven't watched all of Code Geass yet, DONT watch this!!!


On Friday, I did an exchange with an old classmate. She liked my table massage, so I'm feeling more confident in it again. And I think she just makes me feel rather safe, so I fell out on her table while she worked! I felt bad about that, and hope I don't fall asleep next week (when we plan to do it again).

Today I had work again, but only one thai, kinda to see if I can handle thais yet. It wasn't too bad. The more I worked, the less my back hurt, but it's itching now, so it's either healing, or I started blocking it out more. I think I can take up to 3 thais before my back starts collapsing on me.

I did have to change a few of my moves though. They weren't practical with how my back is paining me. But the guy I worked on was SUPER happy with his massage and promised to be back. I get that a lot, actually. Yet I rarely see them again....

Oh well. Suffice to say, I'm healing, the littlin is doing well, and we both got to spray Hubbikins with silly string today! I hope he'll blog about his job's 10 year anniversary. We inhaled helium and it gave me a headache, but my voice sure was funny. His boss's voice was the most hilarious though.

Last music: Hubbikins apparently is beginning to like Eminem. I like him too, so it just bemuses me to see him listening to it.

It got hot, and I couldn't handle the heat, so I cut the hair.

So this was my hair last night. I remembered at the last minute (before my shower, because my hair takes somewhere between 2-7 hours to dry) to take a picture. I've been ridiculously hot for the last week, and it hasn't even capped 85 degrees yet. 

 I made the appointment to get my hair cut on Tuesday, and since then I've been seriously looking forward to it. The only drawback was that I really wanted to be able to pull my hair into a pony tail for work.

This is a halfway-done picture. When I went in today, they measured my hair and suggested I donate it, because there was about 14 inches being cut off. I agreed, so they chopped it. They separated it into two pigtails because my hair is so thick.

It was surreal to feel my hair and it not be attached to my head. I brushed it, played with it, and couldn't believe I'd cut it off. But I also couldn't resist shaking my head repeatedly just to feel the lack of attachment. I was madly grinning, and another woman getting her hair done looked over at me approvingly. We exchanged glances pretty often but I didn't feel confident enough to initiate conversation because my voice is difficult to hear.

After she cut off the initial length (the picture above) we actually sat around for 40+ minutes waiting for a teacher to come approve the color choice. During that time, the stylist gave me a hand massage, and I taught her how to improve it (I was bored and her massage sucked).

On the plus side, I LOVE the style, and I really felt the stylist KNOWS how to cut hair. On the minus side, the color is darker than I imagined. It looks a LOT better out of the salon, but initially it looked purple to me. And the color doesn't photograph well, so if you want to really see it, you need to skype me. On the other hand, here's the back (yes, it's red, not brown like it seems).

And while there's been a lot happening, I'm just gonna finish here. I'm beginning to panic about the huge change I've just made, so I felt the need to share. >.< Toodles!

Oh, also. This article makes our child make SO MUCH MORE SENSE.
http://www.traumacenter.org/products/pdf_files/preprint_dev_trauma_disorder.pdf