Earlier this year I got another spinal injection. It was a great relief, not having back pain . . . for a couple of weeks. It wore off much too soon. So I guess it's not going to be worth it getting another. The next step is surgery, and no thanks. I'm not that desperate yet.
So I've been sent to physical therapy. Today was my third appointment, and I think it's been going pretty well so far. It helps that my therapist is easygoing and funny. She's also very informative. I learned, for example, that my posture is completely and totally fucked. I suspected that. I've been tall since I was a kid, so yeah, I hunch over a lot. And my body tends to curl in on itself when I sit down. I'm just not carrying myself like I should be. That's what's causing my discs to bulge, so we'll have to correct it to get them to squish back into place.
She ran my legs through the motions and found them to be very tight. She tested my butt and determined that it had withered because I don't use it like I should when I'm walking. It might explain the terrible disease I suffer from, Nobutatol. She's teaching me to activate that part of my butt, so who knows? Maybe when this is done I'll have a juicier ass.
(That, I believe, is a medical term, but I could be wrong.)
My favorite part of this adventure is what happened on the second day, when she brought up the term "enshittification." I gleefully told her that not only was I familiar with the topic, I had also met the man who coined the term, Cory Doctorow. I didn't know if I should, while we were standing in the hospital, go into his crusade against private equity firms who buy up hospitals and raid them for assets before leaving them reduced to a worthless husk (sometimes with bats living in them). It didn't seem like the right time.
I really hope this works. Now that I no longer have metal rods going through my leg, and the trigger finger pain on both hands has gone down, my back is the biggest point of agony on my body. It would also be kind of nice to not drink so much laudanum. I've been on it so long that I've forgotten what it's like to take a shit without struggling. I'm sure that's an image you want to take with you on your way to bed.
Goodnight, fuckers.
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