At the end of each year lies the holiday trifecta – a three-tiered crown we reach for, stretching our fingers across the vapid expanses of Spring and Summer.
They are familiar dates. But this year they were different.
Halloween: Threw my back out.
Thanksgiving: Severe back spasms – the worst I’ve ever had – possibly brought on by pulled and angry muscles (see above) set in as soon as we set down to dinner. Dinner cancelled.
Christmas: Less than two weeks before Christmas, I’m diagnosed with sciatica. Am given anti-inflammatory pills and a recommendation for bed rest. Bed rest which gave me the second-most severe bout of back spasms I’ve ever experienced (see above)
So, my holiday season – my tri-fold multiplication of celebration – has instead of being about anticipation and rustling and planning and baking and decorating – has been all about the pain. Today, I’m on the mend, but weak, with a nagging, tugging pain between knee and ankle. Sitting and typing this post for more than 5 minutes is a major victory. Putting up 3-4 tree decorations between rests, brewing a pot of coffee – these all require jumps for joy (if I could).
Now, another problem is that I can’t believe that those tiny pills and something as mild as bed rest are all that were needed to solve all this anguish. I know that to solve a physical ailment, one looks to the physical things – medicines, therapy, etc. But I haven’t taken into consideration the intellect; the mentality. I’m concerned that I lack belief. Without faith, I’m afraid that I will not become healthy again.
And I need to be well for New Year’s Eve in Catalina!
So, I turn to you, my ethereal invisible. Aubrey needs some good words from her darling friends. If you find yourself moved to do so – if you the idea appeals to you – could you send some helpful thoughts? In other words…Help Aubrey