Since coming home from Boston we've had some major events:
- We bought a house (photos to follow)
- Oklahoma had its first tornadoes of the storm season
- I finally made my chiropractor take x-rays cuz that back pain just wouldn't go away
- Subsequent MRI confirmed six compression fractures
- Enter stage right awesome back brace for four weeks (I'm now on day eleven)
- I quit the job I've been working at since last June so I can hopefully heal properly and not have to get all cemented up
- Yesterday I turned twenty-seven.
Commentary on recent events:
- There is nothing like a tornado watch to make you feel the true weight of a mortgage/home owner's insurance.
- It's either a special kind of stupid or an amazing tolerance for pain and more likely a drug induced cocktail of both in which one unknowingly endures brain surgery with a broken back (This is where we now pause to stop and hate on Cushing's some extra-special more... my fall on the first trip to Boston in February was more than a fall because Cushing's can cause your bones to become brittle like that of an old Grandma's hip.)
- Back braces conjure up memories of watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Star Wars storm troopers. Also, it may develop into a slight fear of falling and ending up on one's back, with arms/legs flailing in a futile attempt to roll over.
- Healing is a 40+ hours/week, as in full-time, job... (without the paycheck)
- Turtle Power was not what I thought twenty-seven was going to look like.
- Perhaps when the next tornado siren sounds I'll just stop, drop, roll, and tuck in my arms and legs.:)
- Along with my medical alert bracelet I have a new accessory... a Nifty Nabber. (Eric gave it to me for my birthday.)
- Now all I need is one of these:
