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Jul. 10th, 2008 09:58 pmMan. Hell of a day.
Rik had been complaining of some back pain for the past few days, and this morning he woke up near the point of immobility. He called in sick and managed to get an appointment at a chiropractor that afternoon, and I went with him.
One day back when I was in college, I came home to find the front door open and my mother gone. I was pretty damn worried for a while, understandably. It turned out that the door had been left open after the ambulance crew came to bring my mom out of the house, when a back she'd been having trouble with got to the point of a slipped disc. She was in the hospital for a few weeks; it wasn't much fun. I kept being afraid it'd turn out to be something close to that.
The chiropractor gave him a basic examination and took an x-ray - and balked at doing any serious adjustment work until she could find out if this was advisable for someone with Rik's peculiar condition (hypopituitarism; basically his growth/sex hormone glands are kinda disfunctional). We'll know for sure what's up when the x-ray is developed tomorrow, but it sounds like it's mostly just bad posture starting to really get to him.
I've been really aware of my own vague back issues all day. My desk is far from ergonomic. We're near to having the funds to get some actual furniture (a real bed...) but it's not something we were really planning on right now.
I didn't get much art done today. It's hard to sink into it when I'm worrying about one of my husbands. I did manage to get a new sketch done for the King of Wands while at the doctor's office, at least, but most of my time in front of the machine has been spent vaguely poking at the High Priest and the background for the High Priestess, and spastically surfing the web.
As I get closer to the end of this Tarot deck, the moments when a slowdown turns into a stupid fear that I'm never going to finish it, and a total loathing for the whole project, come more frequently. I'll get over it - writing this is part of the process of getting over it - but I'm gonna be really really happy when I finish up these last nine cards for the show, because that will mean I can take a real break before polishing off the last six extras.
(Admittedly, Rik's day was probably worse, what with the constant pain, the problems with finding a chiropractor, having to deal with the first one he found realizing they had some schedule issues that made them refer him to another, and me fretting over him in a way that probably put him uncomfortably in mind of his mom. But this is my journal!)
Rik had been complaining of some back pain for the past few days, and this morning he woke up near the point of immobility. He called in sick and managed to get an appointment at a chiropractor that afternoon, and I went with him.
One day back when I was in college, I came home to find the front door open and my mother gone. I was pretty damn worried for a while, understandably. It turned out that the door had been left open after the ambulance crew came to bring my mom out of the house, when a back she'd been having trouble with got to the point of a slipped disc. She was in the hospital for a few weeks; it wasn't much fun. I kept being afraid it'd turn out to be something close to that.
The chiropractor gave him a basic examination and took an x-ray - and balked at doing any serious adjustment work until she could find out if this was advisable for someone with Rik's peculiar condition (hypopituitarism; basically his growth/sex hormone glands are kinda disfunctional). We'll know for sure what's up when the x-ray is developed tomorrow, but it sounds like it's mostly just bad posture starting to really get to him.
I've been really aware of my own vague back issues all day. My desk is far from ergonomic. We're near to having the funds to get some actual furniture (a real bed...) but it's not something we were really planning on right now.
I didn't get much art done today. It's hard to sink into it when I'm worrying about one of my husbands. I did manage to get a new sketch done for the King of Wands while at the doctor's office, at least, but most of my time in front of the machine has been spent vaguely poking at the High Priest and the background for the High Priestess, and spastically surfing the web.
As I get closer to the end of this Tarot deck, the moments when a slowdown turns into a stupid fear that I'm never going to finish it, and a total loathing for the whole project, come more frequently. I'll get over it - writing this is part of the process of getting over it - but I'm gonna be really really happy when I finish up these last nine cards for the show, because that will mean I can take a real break before polishing off the last six extras.
(Admittedly, Rik's day was probably worse, what with the constant pain, the problems with finding a chiropractor, having to deal with the first one he found realizing they had some schedule issues that made them refer him to another, and me fretting over him in a way that probably put him uncomfortably in mind of his mom. But this is my journal!)