I am still alive. Contrary to how I sometimes feel, my back is slowly improving.
Things started to turn around when I got in to see my own doctor (as opposed to the walk-in clinic guy), and he gave me really explicit directions on exactly how I should be looking after my healing. Plus better drugs. And it turns out I was doing everything all wrong.
I actually started to feel hourly improvement yesterday and my mood lifted. I had therapeutic massage last evening and felt pretty great for the rest of the evening, but was warned that today I would be stiff, with a big improvement happening tomorrow. I'm not sure I would call this stiff - world of pain is more accurate. I think massage buddy may have gone a little too deep. And I didn't even get a happy ending.
But, I am booked for more massage, I am excused from work next week, and I am hopeful.
But most importantly, I am so sorry that I haven't been around to visit you all. I miss you terribly, all the clever and witty things you write so eloquently about. I shall be back as soon as I can. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.