“Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.”
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Yesterday was a day of highs and lows. Aren’t they all in retrospect?
I arrived, suitably nervous to have my neck attended to. Unfortunately, after waiting another whole day, getting myself into somewhat of a state thinking about it, I arrived to find there had been another “unfortunate mistake”. These things happen – right? Do they have to keep happening one after another? Sometimes I guess so.
The machine had arrived – one down. I’m dressed in the height of fashion, paper gown tied decorously and waiting to enter the procedure room. I’m told to dress, undress, dress again, then, I’m told, they’ll work around it. This sounds very uninspiring and confusing. A comedy of errors? I’m not in a Laurel and Hardy episode!
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Into the room we go and my wonderful attendant advises me the wrong needles have been sent down and would I mind having my back done today? Showing me the needles, which seemed even longer than I’d imagined, was not guaranteed to gain a quick ‘yes’, but I was there and one way or another this thing was being done!
Two hours later, quite a bit of pain and discomfort later, (OK I’m being stoic), there was finally no feeling in my lower back. Way to GO! The phrase “legless” came to mind – for all the wrong reasons, but my back DID NOT HURT! Not a prickle, not a twinge. I’m waxing lyrical and love it! The room was spinning somewhat and I had trouble maneuvering around, but I was almost delirious with the thought that it DID NOT HURT!
My wonderful, caring, adorable husband (yes I was still under the influence of the ‘jungle juice’ but he is all of this) came to my rescue and helped me to become presentable again and held me up as we made our way out to reception. The phrase ‘legless’ came to mind again as we made our way to the car.
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I am feeling good, really, wonderfully, painlessly good, with one down and another to go, what could go wrong? I was waited on all night, and it was wonderful. My back was great, no pain. By the time I went to bed the injection sites had begun to let me know they were unhappy with the treatment meted out to them, but really, what could you expect. 32 needles, didn’t even cover the final tally. Just breath beep and don’t bite your arm off!
I drifted off to sleep, crystal in hand and meditation playing on the iPod. Life felt darned good all things considered, until 6am this morning at least. From a deep and almost dreamless sleep I was hurled screaming in agony as my right foot felt as though it was being amputated at the ankle! My poor husband, also impelled from a deep sleep by the noise, comforted me, massaged the offending appendage and finally, wonderful man he is, made me a cup of tea.Where would I be without him. Perish that thought!!
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So, to answer the original question…. it was bad, unpleasant, nasty and darned painful, in fact way more than that! I rush to explain I am referring to my unexpected wake up call at 6am! On their scale of 1 to 10, it was a 20! (I was asleep after all). Then again, that includes the procedure, which I hasten to add I would do again if I had to (no pain is just so fabulous), and I’m lining up to get my neck done next week, so either I’m a masochist or this is really something to go for) – definitely the latter, but the waking up in agony from an unknown reason….. not to be revisited if I can help it. I have an explanation for what happened, but that’s another story.
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Now I’m getting ready for my trip to Brisbane and not in the least worried about getting there in pain. Yes, after the pain and the agony, and the fright in the early hours, life is wonderful! I am grateful for feeling great and looking forward to a fabulous day.
Have a happy day.
Owls and Orchids 
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