January 31, 2012
The last project I finished before maiming myself was this cute little cross stitch number from Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery. It's going to my beloved sister who started law school in Memphis in the Fall, because she has new digs that need decorating :)
It was already washed and dried, I just needed to cut it down to fit in the frame...which was easier said than done. I've been under the watchful eye of Ray the past two weeks, and nothing gets past him (mostly because he's a master of sneakiness himself). He was sitting across the room at the dining table, and as soon as he spotted me easing myself onto the floor near the mat, both his neck and eyebrows started craning upward, and he called out "Babe...what are you doing?...BABE! ARE YOU CUTTING SOMETHING OVER THERE!? You'd better not be!!!" Followed by my hurried oh-don't-worry-it'll-only-take-two-seconds-and-I'm-wearing-my-neck-brace-so-it's-okay response. So it's not as perfectly centered as I would like, because I had to furiously chop at it like a ninja before Ray could run over and stop me, ha ha!
And in other news, I finally got an official diagnosis today. I had my MRI at 8 am yesterday, which was awesome because they gave me an IV of some glorious drug that allowed me to sleep pain-free for 6 straight hours. Ray enjoyed it as well, because apparently I made for some entertaining conversation on the way home (I don't remember anything past laying down on the MRI slab, and then waking up at 3:30 in the afternoon). My doctor's office called at lunch today with the results, and it seems I have not one, but two herniated disks in my neck - between the C5/C6 vertebrae, and the C6/C7 vertebrae. It really sucks, but at least I finally have a diagnosis and can start on some medication/pain relievers.
There's really no official "cause", but I have a feeling it has something to do with working 8 hour days and then coming home and sewing for 4-5 hours. I'm also wondering if all the migraines I've been having the past couple months are somehow related to this....but who knows. I'm a gal that's constantly on the go, and the past two weeks have been rough because I've had to give up sewing cold turkey, relinquish control of all household duties, and wean myself off of email and Flickr to a certain degree (because it's painful to type). I find myself panicking, thinking I'm going to get behind on everything if I don't check blogs and photostreams as much as I usually do....or that everyone will stop reading my blog if I don't post projects for almost two months. But as rational or irrational those thoughts are, there's only one choice to make: slow down. If this isn't a wake up call that I've been pushing myself too far physically for months, I don't know what is. I wish I was at a point in my life when I could choose my sewing over my day job, but unfortunately, I'm not, and it seems I'm gonna have to scale back on my after-work pursuits for the next year or so. And that sucks. Really sucks. Because it's my passion and my stress-relief from Corporate America.
So after I got the news today and realized my recovery, realistically, might take a lot longer than 6 weeks, I decided I'd give myself about 5 minutes to wallow in self-pity, walk next door to the bakery and do some emotional eating in the form of Mile High Chocolate Cake, and then get over myself and move on. And truth be told, the cake was delicious, and I feel much better. I just needed to remind myself that I have a lot in my life to be thankful for, and this is nothing but a speed bump :)