May 9, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
It has been truly crazy around here. Darling has been working until the wee hours (he arrives home at seven-ish and keeps working once the kids are in bed) and I haven’t had much of a break at all lately. The weekends have been booked and rebooked and overbooked. I have been getting the basics finished around the house (like, we eat and wear clean clothes) but for some reason I just cannot get on top of things this week. Perhaps Bugaboo having two days off this week has something to do with it? I mean, having him and his little school chum here all day two days in a row does suck up a little time, huh.
Needless to say, there are piles and more piles everywhere. Stuff and more stuff. Dirt and more dirt. Dust and…you get the picture. Most people would walk in and see a few piles of clutter and a floor that needs to be mopped quite badly. I see everything running together overwhelming me. I guess that is where my ADHD brain comes into play. In order for me to clean and organize things I need to be CLEAN AND ORGANIZED. I need to sit and write lists to perform the most mundane of tasks. Heck, without my schedule book (the lime green thing I picked up at my shopping Mecca, Tarzhay) I’d be up the creek without a paddle. Because I’d jump in and start swimming, the currents would be relaxing compared to the chaos that would ensue if I ever lost my schedule book.
The good news is that I got the results of my MRI this week. The bad news is that I got the results of my MRI this week. Sure enough, I have not one, but TWO herniated discs, one of which is impeding on my sacral nerve. I managed to hurt the L4/L5 disc and the L5/S1 disc, which is why I was having muscle spasms. In my butt. Ever experience your butt muscle moving by itself and your cellulite moving right along with it? Anywho, the doc doesn’t think that bringing in groceries did it. She doesn’t think that carrying Bugaboo did it. She doesn’t think that lifting two laundry baskets at a time did it, nor does she think it is from sleeping on my stomach. Wanna know what she thinks it is from? The car accident I was in FIVE YEARS AGO when I was preggers with Bugaboo. Yup, that’s right! My sisters and I were en route to get our fourth sister to go to karaoke (because we all like to sing in front of people and make fools of ourselves) and while waiting to make a left at a green light we were rear-ended by a drunk driver. He clipped the right half of the back of my car, causing my seat to collapse back with the force of the impact. Our car was pushed about 50 feet and was totalled. We all walked away but with minor tissue and other injuries. I got no MRIs or x-rays after the accident but I WAS hooked up to fetal monitors for two days after and received two more ultrasounds, where Bugaboo was kind enough to make certain that we knew he was a boy.
So basically this issue could be dormant and just pop up whenever it freakin’ feels like it. Or I could go see a NEUROSURGEON and discuss treatment options, which they feel is surgery to correct it. The worst part about it is that I FEEL FINE and have been for several weeks. I mean it. Fine. No pain, no muscle spasms, nothing. I have even returned to the gym and my regular work load around the house. It makes no sense.
So the short version (too late for that) is that I have over-scheduled my life and my head is ready to explode. I basically just want to turn off the phone, disconnect the door bell and take the kids and my husband away for a few days. It may happen Memorial Day weekend, we shall see. I am begging him to take some time off. He wants to take some time off from the 21st until after Memorial Day and he has planned about 30 projects. We shall see.
So, forgive me if I don’t answer phone or e-mails. I mean well, really. I just cannot get things straight this week. I am currently on a one-week lag returning calls and making appointments ! ACK!
Sigh. It’s nothing that chocolate cannot make all better.