people like pictures, yeah? cool, I'm going to give you some pictures, in lieu of any interesting updates, as my back pain has swiftly gone from bad to worse. but first, this is what's going on:
I'm really not quite sure how something like this could get worse, but day one I was walking around the farmers market, certainly a little more tenderly than usual, but still... and doing some restorative yoga poses to release lower back pain in the park, as my dogs watched on from their tie-down on the fence. there was moaning and groaning a-plenty, but it felt more like good pain than "oh god, please help me, I can't" pain.
day two I made it through work with a few breaks for a really thorough child's pose behind the counter. still hurting, but walking around, trying to move through it.
day three I was in tears 1/3 of the day, realized I couldn't pick up my 7-lb. dog, developed an awkward sideways-leaning limp, punctuated by an occasional uncomfortable hop when I pinched whatever it is that's hurting me (tailbone? pelvis?), and got stuck in a yoga position on the floor for a solid 15 minutes.
today (day four) I'm lamenting the healthcare system (not just the current healthcare system, but the entire healthcare system as long as I've been alive and American) and wondering if I'll actually, I mean actually, be able to complete a hive inspection ever again. it's bad bad not good, and while we all know I tend toward the dramatic, the nagging fatalist in the back of my head is making it's way toward the front, and it's not being polite about it.
that being said, I do have the day off today, and I'm going to use it to it's full healing potential. I already started off well by sleeping a solid 9 hours -- this is a rarity for me, I'm usually up, engines ready to roar, after about 6 hours of sleep, and closer to 6am than todays luxurious 8:21am. I'm going to keep trying the yoga poses, both comfortable and uncomfortable, because I know that before hospitals and intake specialists who crinkled their noses up at you like you were injecting a bad smelling gas into their glass-walled cubicle just by saying "no, I really don't have money to pay you for this, you have to understand..." there were healers, and treatments, of a different kind. so I'm gonna work with what I've got, and what I've got is an open mind, and a Google-full of information on how to heal without selling my guitars and synthesizers.
so yeah, those pictures. here ya go!
I'm really not quite sure how something like this could get worse, but day one I was walking around the farmers market, certainly a little more tenderly than usual, but still... and doing some restorative yoga poses to release lower back pain in the park, as my dogs watched on from their tie-down on the fence. there was moaning and groaning a-plenty, but it felt more like good pain than "oh god, please help me, I can't" pain.
day two I made it through work with a few breaks for a really thorough child's pose behind the counter. still hurting, but walking around, trying to move through it.
day three I was in tears 1/3 of the day, realized I couldn't pick up my 7-lb. dog, developed an awkward sideways-leaning limp, punctuated by an occasional uncomfortable hop when I pinched whatever it is that's hurting me (tailbone? pelvis?), and got stuck in a yoga position on the floor for a solid 15 minutes.
today (day four) I'm lamenting the healthcare system (not just the current healthcare system, but the entire healthcare system as long as I've been alive and American) and wondering if I'll actually, I mean actually, be able to complete a hive inspection ever again. it's bad bad not good, and while we all know I tend toward the dramatic, the nagging fatalist in the back of my head is making it's way toward the front, and it's not being polite about it.
that being said, I do have the day off today, and I'm going to use it to it's full healing potential. I already started off well by sleeping a solid 9 hours -- this is a rarity for me, I'm usually up, engines ready to roar, after about 6 hours of sleep, and closer to 6am than todays luxurious 8:21am. I'm going to keep trying the yoga poses, both comfortable and uncomfortable, because I know that before hospitals and intake specialists who crinkled their noses up at you like you were injecting a bad smelling gas into their glass-walled cubicle just by saying "no, I really don't have money to pay you for this, you have to understand..." there were healers, and treatments, of a different kind. so I'm gonna work with what I've got, and what I've got is an open mind, and a Google-full of information on how to heal without selling my guitars and synthesizers.
so yeah, those pictures. here ya go!
Worms, Eaux Claires III
hobo-ing around Eau Claire, WI
this is how sad I look when I'm watching the Chippewa River and lamenting my return to city life.
the cucumbers are struggling to understand these scavenged trellises, but they're trying. the purple potatoes are also making their appearances.
basil, cherry tomatoes, lavender, rosemary
French radishes, basil, mustard, onions, lavender
cherry tomatoes
the little fern that could (I rescued it from a trash alley nearly two years ago,
and it's fighting the good fight)
onions
lettuce, cilantro, curry, oregano
flowers that do less flowering than the vegetables,
but still, pots of green are nice
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