Back pain + Coughing + More coughing = Wanting to Die

So if… Pain + Distance = Humour (which I’ve oft been told is the case) then someone out there is laughing their arses off at me right about now because I got me a fuckton of pain.   I’ve been in denial about this cough I’ve had since last Thursday and been dosing up on the Vitamin C and other useless immune boosting cold repellants and now it’s caught up with me and I can’t stop coughing.  Which wouldn’t be a problem if the coughing didn’t cause muscle spasms which in turn seems to be causing massive amounts of acute pain through my already pain riddled back/neck/spinal area, region whatever.  So today I’ve been doing this sort of ‘Cough-Ow!’ thing all day interspersed with the occasional ‘Sneeze – OMFG That Hurt!’

Enough enough enough enough enough…. It’s just an itty bitty cold why does it have to hurt so bad.
Sick of feeling crap ALL the time.  Need sleep.  Need more drugs.  Need better drugs.



DRUGS ARE BAD
… unless you are sick
… or depressed
… or having trouble sleeping
… or when you need to stay awake
… or when you need a little inspiration
… or when trying to win a sporting event
… or when trying to look cool
… or when you’re just not feeling 100%
but other than that they are BAD!!! 

I didn’t do it.

I’m supposed to be on a plane to New Zealand right about now but…

I just could not bring myself to do it. 

Strongly doubt travel insurance will cover pre-existing condition.


So bye-bye  $475.00 non-refundable air fare.

Playing handsies… or not.

I went to get my nails done this morning which is rapidly going from being a small indulgence to something I hate.  I don’t follow fashion, I haven’t been to a hairdresser since 1995 and I don’t have a shoe habit so I figure my nails are my one thing that I allow myself because I like having manicured nails (long drawn out and unnecessary explanation omitted but can be found here if anyone wants to psychobabble my ‘hand thing’ or is just plain bored enough).

Anyway, the best nail tech in the shop moved on some time ago and I’ve been basically having different people do them for me since.  Problem is… plenty of them can do as nice a job as she did but none of them are as fast. 

I used to be in and out of there in about 40mins flat and now it seems to be anywhere between 60-90mins.  ‘So what?’ one might say.  Well actually it is a very big deal for me because I can’t sit still that long.  My back and neck are not at all forgiving at being forced to be so sedentary for that extended a period and on occasion I’ve had to leave with my nails half done and once other time I took off for half an hour and had to come back to have them finished.

I’ve heard all sorts of stupid stories of how much pain women endure in the name of beauty but I’m not talking about plastic surgery or brazillian waxing here… I’m just talking about getting a manicure which shouldn’t be inherently painful!   Honestly this is getting to the point where I am asking myself if it’s worth it. 

I really like having lovely feminine looking hands with manicured nails… but I can’t stand the ramped up back pain it’s causing me  🙁
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So I wish I could dance

Couple of years ago I started swing dancing for fun and fitness and it was – a tonne of fun and a really good aerobic workout to boot.  Since the car accident in Nov 2007 I haven’t been able to go anymore.  My back would occasionally arc up after swing dancing even BEFORE this most recent accident.  It would usually happen if one of my dance partners had done something silly like push you when they were supposed to pull you and then you’d get an awful pain shooting somewhere it most certainly should not be.

If I danced with the one partner or with the experienced dancers only it wasn’t too bad but given that dancing with learners occasionally gave me problems before I know that trying it now would be downright stupid.  🙁   Since I’ve been so inacting with my crunchy neck problem that flares up even just on walking there’s no way I can go swing dancing.  I’d likely end up flat on my back for half a week following chugging down on pain killers if I were stupid enought to attempt it. 

The tender manner in which I am forced to walk and the horrid nausea that accompanies a wander of more than about 100m definitely indicates that dancing for fitness is probably right out it.  When the crunching gets really bad I have to look as far down as possible to the point where my chin is right down on my collarbones to stop feeling like I’m giong to chuck up.  Stairs are even worse.  I can’t climb a flight of stairs without the crunching immediately causing the gag reflex  🙁

I’d really like to go back to dancing but given the difficulties that I have when walking and going up or down a flight of stairs… I don’t really anticipate there will be any dancing in my foreseeable future.

Just do it…. Just do it

I have tickets   🙁 
Tickets that were booked last December. 
Tickets to New Zealand to attend SCA May Crown. 
Tickets that cost $475.00 each. 
Tickets for myself, Sir Phil and Shagsy Wagsy.
Tickets that I… we… won’t be using.

It was all arranged months ago and I really thought by the time it rolled around that all would be well.  I thought it was something positive to look forward to and given my anti-social attitude and hermitic habits of late…  I honestly thought it would be a good thing to have something, anything, to look forward too.  But now it’s only a week or two away and I just can’t bring myself to go.  In the cost / benefit analysis… the pain and bullshit totally outweighs any potential fun.

Don’t want to sit still on 4 hr flight – that’s gonna hurt.
Don’t want to be handling luggage – that’s gonna hurt.
Don’t want to sleep on crap motel beds – that’s gonna hurt.
Don’t want to sit on bad chairs all weekend – that’s gonna hurt.
Don’t want to wear heavy SCA frocks – that’s defintely going to hurt!
Don’t want to be driving around getting lost in an unfamiliar city….
Don’t want to get stuck talking to people I couldn’t give a shit about atm…
Don’t want to deal with pretentious and officious Laurels at meetings… 

The whole idea of going away is already churning my stomach and filling me with anxiety at the predictable exacerbation in pain and emotional disquiet the trip would inevitable provoke.  I don’t think I’m up for this at all.
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