More on this as it develops.
End note: Chiro did comment upon possible start of osteopenia, and was interested in my ischial tubes.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Meet My Pelvis: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Behold the sizeable GAP in the hip socket on the left in the image vs the hip socket on the right. Plus? I'm sure the fact that it's not smooth probably has a lot to do with my pain and instability in my hips/low back.
More on this as it develops.
End note: Chiro did comment upon possible start of osteopenia, and was interested in my ischial tubes.
More on this as it develops.
End note: Chiro did comment upon possible start of osteopenia, and was interested in my ischial tubes.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Because I really know how to party
(Either that, or I am subconsciously a masochist...)
I have set up three appointments for my birthday: endocrinologist and nephrologist (both, for my three month check ups), and a BONUS! consultation session with a (new to me) psychiatrist, who, I hope, will help figure out if there is something chemically or physiologically wrong with my brain which causes me to be melancholy nearly all the time, and have the exquisite bonus of negative self-talk which is sabotaging me and my happiness, mostly manifesting itself in poor self esteem in my professional "self."
In the meantime (it IS, afterall, almost a full month until my birthday and my appointments), I'm trying to work on attaining more sleep, and perhaps diminishing anxiety or stress or depression, so I am trying out an aryuvedic herb, ashwagandha. Took one pill Saturday night, and Sunday I woke up feeling very fuzzy and hung over, not wanting to get out of bed. I didn't take it last night, and I woke up this a.m. not wanting to get out of bed at all.
I am sure my anxiety and depression are having some spill over effect with the husband, and again, I don't want to become a burden to him. And at the same time, I want to somehow or another get a handle on this, see myself thru the fog and negative self-talk and try to just get the fuck out of this negative workplace. But the money. What a trap. I'm not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm not willing to take a 33% pay cut with zero guarantees that I'd be any happier. I see such a thing as a fool's venture. FOLLY, even.
I cannot wait for the day I leave here. Perhaps I'd take one final lunch with the two gents I used to eat lunch with regularly (up until our relocation to the new office roughly four months ago), or perhaps take in lunch with JabippyLoo (she, who shall go down in infamy for emailing me a picture of her shit, to my workplace email in box). Or perhaps I'll just gather up my things, go on vacation, and while on vacation just give notice. I have overstayed my usefulness here by seven years.
I have set up three appointments for my birthday: endocrinologist and nephrologist (both, for my three month check ups), and a BONUS! consultation session with a (new to me) psychiatrist, who, I hope, will help figure out if there is something chemically or physiologically wrong with my brain which causes me to be melancholy nearly all the time, and have the exquisite bonus of negative self-talk which is sabotaging me and my happiness, mostly manifesting itself in poor self esteem in my professional "self."
In the meantime (it IS, afterall, almost a full month until my birthday and my appointments), I'm trying to work on attaining more sleep, and perhaps diminishing anxiety or stress or depression, so I am trying out an aryuvedic herb, ashwagandha. Took one pill Saturday night, and Sunday I woke up feeling very fuzzy and hung over, not wanting to get out of bed. I didn't take it last night, and I woke up this a.m. not wanting to get out of bed at all.
I am sure my anxiety and depression are having some spill over effect with the husband, and again, I don't want to become a burden to him. And at the same time, I want to somehow or another get a handle on this, see myself thru the fog and negative self-talk and try to just get the fuck out of this negative workplace. But the money. What a trap. I'm not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm not willing to take a 33% pay cut with zero guarantees that I'd be any happier. I see such a thing as a fool's venture. FOLLY, even.
I cannot wait for the day I leave here. Perhaps I'd take one final lunch with the two gents I used to eat lunch with regularly (up until our relocation to the new office roughly four months ago), or perhaps take in lunch with JabippyLoo (she, who shall go down in infamy for emailing me a picture of her shit, to my workplace email in box). Or perhaps I'll just gather up my things, go on vacation, and while on vacation just give notice. I have overstayed my usefulness here by seven years.
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