After three days of physio, just to get the muscle spasms to subside enough to be able to touch me, the verdict is in; three misplaced vertebrae, one pinched nerve, simultaneously numb and burning pain radiating down my arms, and still in spasm from skull to hips. And a diagnosis of fibromyalgia. Again.
I should be doing something other than sitting on the couch blogging while I watch The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Nothing like it sounds. My house is a mess, by my standards, which I admit are slightly OCD. There is just one bulb left working on each chandelier (in Doha they like their chandeliers). I have my 5 year old's very belated birthday party on Thursday after work. So I should not be on the couch.
I waited as long as I could for her father to say he would join us so I could plan her party. He 'can't'. So I'm not waiting anymore. The theme is Tinkerbell, boys can be Peter Pan or Pirates, he was supposed to be Captain Hook. Now there will be no Captain Hook. She is in denial. Prizes to wrap, games to organise, decorations to put together, baking to do. Meltdown pending. So blogging (blathering) with one hand. Trying to ignore the mental to do list. Trying to ignore the pain. Delaying the inevitable.
"Am I stressed?" the Doctor asked. I almost laughed, slightly hysterically. My biggest stress is how I'm going to drive around town to find pirate toys for the boys' party favours. It is almost funny when I think about the kind of stress I was under last time I was in this condition. Maybe I've mellowed so much that I have no tolerance anymore.
On a positive note, I finally found a doctor I can work with on this. I have an amazing friend who drove around town for hours on end getting supplies for the party. I have a mother who spent an entire day driving me around for appointments and errands, the day before my father went into hospital for surgery. This time last year I'd be killing myself on the top of a ladder to prove to the world that I could do it. Now it can all wait, I have a movie to watch.