Thursday, March 13, 2008
Lay Around Day
Hanging around the house today. My back had me crying last night, it hurt so bad. I'm going to call some docs today about getting some routine things taken care of and out of the way and some refills. Also lay around with an ice pack and hope for relief. Boy has a game this evening, maybe will go for a while, but sitting in bleachers may not be possible either.
Need to wash clothes and poison those weeds, but just can't bend, not today.
And the social security office - you know, that program we pay into all our working lives in the U.S. in case we become disabled and can't work ?? tells me - yes, you are disabled, but you can still work - huh? (is that what the old Indian saying of speaking with "forked tongue means?") - they think I would actually like living off their pittance? Yet, it would buy groceries. I would like that adjudicator to try to sit all day at his/her desk with a couple of busted discs in their back. Divine justice. I think about surgery -
People should be careful - my beautiful granddaughter was hounded so by the principal at her school because she was absent so much that she finally just went to another school for the year. He found out what it was like to be sick - he had a stroke. But she can now go back to her school without snide remarks. That was a side note - to the revelation that surgery does not always turn out so perfect and also people should not make judgments until they walk a mile in the mocassins. What a mean man.
She'll be 14 in April. She has two steel rods up her back because of scoliosis, and another condition, pectus excavatum (something with her chest) causing large problems now. The surgeon said the scoliosis surgery would be a breeze - but she has suffered constantly since the surgery. She had to give up her dance and lost her heart to paint. Constant pain is a thief. She writes woeful poetry and still plays the flute, but that is getting harder because of lack of air to her lungs. She is one of those people that has so much talent poured into them.
Thinking a lot about art. Like getting busy with it. Wonder if that's possible. I love working with clay (photo above of a flower I did) but it takes a lot of bending. The metal smithing keeps one bent over a bench. Painting, drawing - yes, can do, can get up and wonder about and then go back for another dab here and there. One of my favorite artists is Frida Kahlo - the brave woman was so consumed with painting that she did it from her bed. She was physically damaged in a bus accident. You don't see this spinal picture in many doc's offices!
Wish it were just a little warmer - I would get a blanket, go down to the beach and hunker down and let the warm sun beat on my back and body. (LOL, between icing it.) I just got an offer on line for 3 nights and 4 days of free lodging at a resort in Cancun...looked up airline prices - its do-able because it isn't too far from here really - takes much, much less time to get there than to Wyoming. I'm too practical though I think to do it. Still daydreaming aren't I?