A witty title with a little meaning:
For those of you who don't know, I work for the state of Wisconsin in the middle of nowhere. This was not intentional, as I was forced to move up here after the state closed my former place of work in southeastern Wisconsin (where 60% of the population lives).
This has led to a lot of stress in my life - moving, new job, new community, new people. The stress of this has not been kind, as I have ballooned back up to a weight that is not healthy for someone of my stature (1.61-1.62 m on a good day). Couple that with my age (47 in the fall), and my body hasn't been responding very well.
I have been involved in three separate car accidents since May of 2012 - none of them my fault, and one of them due to the wildlife up here in MONW. Since that time, I've noticed that my lower back has gotten progressively worse. Stress of the holidays this past year made it even worse; constant forced overtime at work hasn't helped, though the pain is nowhere what it was back in December.
I finally got in to see a spinal specialist, and after doing some more physical therapy ("Personal Torture", as my wife calls it), things haven't gotten worse - but they also haven't gotten better. It still feels like I have a rock in my lower back.
Because of this, the doc has decided that I need a Facet Joint Injection. Basically, they're going to stick a needle in my back and inject it with a anti-inflammatory steroid to try to calm the pain.
To tell the truth, I'm both hopeful and scared about this. I'm hoping this will help the pain, so I can get back to walking and exercising and trying to do stuff to get that excess weight off. On the other hand, I'm scared. This is my back we're talking about. A little misplacement of the needle and... well, yeah.
One other thing in all this: because of my line of work, I'm eligible to retire with benefits as soon as I reach 50 years of age and 25 years of service. That day is now less than three years away. There's a lot of things that can happen between now and then - most of them related to one Scott Walker - that can affect that.
This is sounding more like a Tumblr post that anything else at the moment, but the bottom line is that I'm scared, frustrated, angry, lost and yet cautiously hopeful, all at the same time.
Nah, not asking for anything except thoughts and prayers, but I just figured some of y'all might want to know why my posting has been hit-and-run as of late. (Lack of sleep does that to you.)
TL;DR: Joe's life sucks, and now he's getting stuck with needles.
For those of you who don't know, I work for the state of Wisconsin in the middle of nowhere. This was not intentional, as I was forced to move up here after the state closed my former place of work in southeastern Wisconsin (where 60% of the population lives).
This has led to a lot of stress in my life - moving, new job, new community, new people. The stress of this has not been kind, as I have ballooned back up to a weight that is not healthy for someone of my stature (1.61-1.62 m on a good day). Couple that with my age (47 in the fall), and my body hasn't been responding very well.
I have been involved in three separate car accidents since May of 2012 - none of them my fault, and one of them due to the wildlife up here in MONW. Since that time, I've noticed that my lower back has gotten progressively worse. Stress of the holidays this past year made it even worse; constant forced overtime at work hasn't helped, though the pain is nowhere what it was back in December.
I finally got in to see a spinal specialist, and after doing some more physical therapy ("Personal Torture", as my wife calls it), things haven't gotten worse - but they also haven't gotten better. It still feels like I have a rock in my lower back.
Because of this, the doc has decided that I need a Facet Joint Injection. Basically, they're going to stick a needle in my back and inject it with a anti-inflammatory steroid to try to calm the pain.
To tell the truth, I'm both hopeful and scared about this. I'm hoping this will help the pain, so I can get back to walking and exercising and trying to do stuff to get that excess weight off. On the other hand, I'm scared. This is my back we're talking about. A little misplacement of the needle and... well, yeah.
One other thing in all this: because of my line of work, I'm eligible to retire with benefits as soon as I reach 50 years of age and 25 years of service. That day is now less than three years away. There's a lot of things that can happen between now and then - most of them related to one Scott Walker - that can affect that.
This is sounding more like a Tumblr post that anything else at the moment, but the bottom line is that I'm scared, frustrated, angry, lost and yet cautiously hopeful, all at the same time.
Nah, not asking for anything except thoughts and prayers, but I just figured some of y'all might want to know why my posting has been hit-and-run as of late. (Lack of sleep does that to you.)
TL;DR: Joe's life sucks, and now he's getting stuck with needles.