Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you for a while. Things have been really nuts lately. So much has been going on at home and I've been really distracted, and unfortunately you, blog, have had to sit by untouched, lonely. In case you're wondering what on earth could be so important to let you be so idle, let me fill you in ...
*chimey daydream musical interlude*
A few months ago, the hubby and his back had a big fallout, which left him hobbling to the doctor's office like an 80-year-old man. The doctor recommended drug therapy, and when that didn't work, physical therapy. The therapy was doing a lot of good for Dave, and the therapist said that she was really happy with Dave's progress, in fact, happy enough that Dave could resume normal activity. (In case it wasn't obvious, the hubby=Dave) That's when all hell broke loose.
You see, Dave was so excited about getting back to his normal routine that he did what he would have done any other week of any other month that he was perfectly healthy. He ran 16 miles (8 miles two days that week), went to a yoga class, a spin class and walked the dogs every day. On Friday, though, he suddenly became that 80-year-old man again, holding onto his back, wary of his next step lest there not be something with which he could hold on to for support. I feared the worst: we were back where we started just two months ago. If only...
We scheduled an appointment with a back specialist, but we wouldn't be able to see him for a week and a half because he was on vacation. Dave got the next best thing until help arrived: Vicodin.
Just last Tuesday Dave saw the back specialist and it was unnerving news: Dave has a weak low spine, probably caused by a fairly common genetic disorder. This, paired with weak spinal support muscles, has lead to an overall weakened lower spine and several inflamed or aggravated discs. Somewhere, somehow, Dave's leg started to feel numb and sometimes painful. The doctor thinks this is attributed to a pinched nerve near his hip somewhere.
We had an MRI on Thursday and my fingers are crossed that once we know more from the analysis on Tuesday that surgery will become a more distant option, but for now, it looks like Dave may have to have some type of back surgery in the near future. I'll keep you all updated, but please keep Dave in your thoughts. We'd both appreciate it.
Since Dave's laid up and can't lift more than 10 pounds, we've given up on the home improvement projects we had planned, like painting the bedroom, staining the deck and doing some serious landscaping. This sucks, but I'll tell you what, rooms can always be painted, yards can always be landscaped.
Hopefully though, none of these back problems will keep us from going on the camping trip we had planned since January. We're (hopefully) going to the Old Settler's Music Festival, which should be really great.
That seems like enough for now... When I know more, you will, too. I promise to not stay away so long again.
Love always and forever and ever,