You know your life has digressed into a steaming heap of poo when you can sit crying in pain on the couch, unable to stand up and your husband - who loves you more than air and water, who adores and craves you - is able to kiss you goodbye and head to work.
Yep. Things are that bad right now. Sucks. Big time.
So, today I make all the necessary calls to find a surgeon. I don't think we need to double check anything anymore. This has been a five year battle. I've had a thorough going over. The problem has been found both visually, manually, via x-rays, with contrast dye... now let's fix it.
Good news, the two most highly recommended surgeons are in network. Hooray. They are both research physicians so I hear bedside manner is an issue. I don't want to have my hair done by them - I want them to remove my tailbone. So let's go.
I'm trying to scrapbook (non-artsy, mainstream, easy) to keep my mind on my family and to do something other than suffer. It's been pretty fun. Instead of learning new techniques, mediums and methods I'm revisiting old friends like the visual triangle, telling the story, using embellishments to draw the eye to the focal point. It's nice.
Here's an easy sketch based LO I did with bits of an old kit. Limited mobility means limited supplies - and that's okay :-)
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EDIT: Calls made. Now I wait. I am SO EXCITED at the thought of getting better.