I should be happy that my surgery date is scheduled, but instead I'm bummed about it. This neurosurgeon, different from the 2 I saw last year, said almost the same thing as they did, except he went on about the deplorable state of my back and how much it's going to degenerate, and that I need to be careful because the stimulator doesn't fix my problems, only blocks the pain signal, so I have to be careful because I have two herniations that could blow out. So bummed about the coming years. What will they look like? Is this really the rest of my life?
There **IS** happiness that I'm moving towards a less painful existence - it's just got the bum factor, too, you know?
Other than that, Daniel has started school and is very happy with all his classes and teacher (a 180 from last year), Olivia is being so sweet and helpful, Jay is supportive and such a helpmate, I'm feeling creative . . . so in the big picture, not really bummed completely, just a little bum. LOL Little bum. hee hee