Are a total necessity for existence, but a total pain in the arse at the same time. Thankfully, with the whole being a mutant thing, I rarely get the shakes like a lot of cases get after dioxin exposure, and believe me, thankful is an understatement!
No, as most of you who have read this blog know, I have had spinal surgery, you know the one ,where you are stretched out on a table, and then cut open like a sacrificial animal in the temple of some ancient deity? Anyways, so they ended up putting some rods in there after they had finished turning me into something of a straighter car crash victim. (Yes back surgery is akin to being hit by a pretty big car going at a pretty decent clip of speed.)
So after the rods were put in, I was put into the good old back brace. What I wasn't expecting was for the summer to be one of the hottest on Australian records, and end up being in a cast where the internal temperature was something like 50c. Yeah, that was the good old times. I looked like one of those little gray alien things, skin colour wise anyways. I then ended up getting a really bad back infection, golden staff and a strain of gangrene. I get told a lot that I am strong, I would say stubborn could be more accurate.
Fast-forward 18 years to today, and at work I was sitting down, doing my horrible job. I then lean back like I always do and just give a bit of a stretch, hoping that my back would relax a bit, and rest the muscles. Well, it relaxed, then did its usually clunking thing further down from the curve, but it was right on the spot where part of the rods were taken out. I then stand up to let it settle. The body then decides it needed to burp, and I almost threw up.. yay to nerve endings around the intestinal and gastric areas.. delicate as all hell they are.
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