Why I'm So Quiet Lately: Part Two
Part One is HERE.
Nothing much has changed, except that I now have a diagnosis: sciatica. At long last, I'm properly medicated and ordered to undergo two types of physical rehabilitation — physical therapy (According to Stephen King, "PT stands for pain and torture") and medical, therapeutic, and relaxation massage.
I've already been warned by my neurologist that the PT is going to be painful. But pain is relative. For months now, I've been pushing a Number 10 on the Pain Scale.
The medication I'm taking produces mild euphoria. I can use that!
My neurologist is hopeful that I can make a good recovery because I'm "in good shape." All that country upbringing and years of power-walking built strong muscles and bones. But my recovery will take time. I'll be blogging and making blog rounds as I am able to do so.