I haven’t written a post for awhile because I have been fixing lots of broken stuff, some of it biological and some of it technological.
After about two weeks of waiting for the hospital in Cancun to send my results through to Playa del Carmen, I decided it was time to just go and pick them up myself. So when we went to drop Sarah’s mum off at the airport we swung by the hospital, and without any sort of pretense that my scan had been in the “Deliver to Playa del Carmen” pile (because they weren’t) I finally got to see the inside of my neck, and let me tell you, it is a bloody mess.
I managed to make an appointment with the doctor for a few days later and long story short, I have a herniated disc in the C4 and C5. Which is very common. I had actually diagnosed this problem myself a month earlier through some clever Googling and assumptions, but it feels better to know for sure. The unfortunate thing about it is, there is no real way of making it better. Sure I can go to physio therapy, and if it gets really intense in the future I could have surgery and lose a lot of mobility in my neck. But really, this is it now, and it is only going to get worse.
I know that sounds really sad sack, but I am for the most part OK with it, sure it sucks knowing that I will spend the remainder of my life restricted as to what sort of things I can do, and probably go through innumerable periods of neck pain, but that is as I am figuring out, just the way it goes.
You get older and your body starts to fall apart, the things that once were easy start to get difficult, and the things that were difficult cease to be on your radar. I would think that this form of thought and way of seeing things (as well as the actual physical reality of it) usually doesn’t begin to manifest itself in the thought process or body until a bit later in life, at least not quite as obviously. But as anyone who has ever known me will tell you, I am old for my age in a number of ways (except for being so childish, but I think that is a man thing). Even when I was little Tyrhone running around scratching his bum and feeling somewhat out of place, I was always the kid everyone said “Oh isn’t he an old soul”. Which I for the most part loved and milked as much as possible.
Unfortunately though I feel I am well and truly on my way to being an old soul, or at the very least, a middle aged soul in an old man’s body. A lot of it is my fault of course. Not only was I liberal with the use of my limbs as a child, but I was even worse as a young adult, and not just to my body but my mind as well.
I have this habit of being extreme in my approach to most things, for example, I am currently on a diet to stop being fat. But rather than do a diet for months and months and then mold it into a healthy eating regiment, I prefer to go on a sort of starvation diet (but Sarah wont let me) for maximum a couple months, and then go back to eating whatever I want until it is time to diet again. Or as a more-relevant-to-this-blog sort of example, rather than traveling for a year and then going back to our everyday life, for me it was either we make this change and do it for good (or until we get bored) or we don’t do it at all.
Basically I am an all or nothing, balls-to-the-wall kind of guy, so when in my twenties I began experimenting with hard drugs, I often went too far with them. In a weird way I was almost always cautious of doing them the right way and so didn’t often put myself in a lot of immediate danger. But I did not care about the long term affects, the most severe of which were caused I think by steroids.
The steroids themselves didn’t do much to me in the long term (although I was huge and very angry in the short term), but what did effect me was how hard I went in the gym on steroids. I pushed my body way beyond what it should have been capable of, and when I injured myself I just kept going. I think that is likely what got me to where I am today, which is in a body crumbling on the vestiges of its working parts. My knees no longer like to run, my legs no longer like to jump, my ankles and neck and everything in between crack regularly, and of course, now the herniated disk.
Still, it could be worse, so my neck hurts and will do so until the day everything else gives up. there is still a lot of other stuff I can do. And for the most part I don’t need to do a lot of physical stuff anyway, and for even more of a part than that, despite an almost constant niggling in the area, it doesn’t even hurt most of the time. So at least I know, and now it is business as usual with a slight bit of caution in the nectal region. At least the other side still works!
In other breakage news, my laptop finally gave out! She served me well and I don’t blame her in the slightest or hold a grudge for giving up on me when I needed her. Basically I made the poor thing do stuff no laptop should ever have to do, I overclocked and gamed on her when really she was just made for medium intensity workloads. Add to that dragging her around the world in a none too gentle way (oh the rushed shoving into backpacks form China to Mexico, how she made it out of Asia in one piece is a mystery) and it is no surprise she has gone the way of the sparrows. I will move away from the ‘she’ thing, but mainly because I don’t want to make the new love in my life jealous.
From the ashes a phoenix has arisen, a new love to bring a sparkle to my eye and put a spring in my step, the gorgeous, the sexy, the sleek as a cat in an oil spill, Gigabyte P34G Ultrablade gaming (and working) laptop. all the way from America (thank you Holly for doing my shopping online because no one trusts Mexicans, not even self appointed ones), and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen (sorry Sarah, but it’s technology, and we live in Mexico, the technological desert of the world, aside form the actual desert, which probably has even less technology). She is as slender as an ultrabook, and as powerful as a souped up desktop, and just to add the cherry to the top, makes the Macbook Pro’s performance look like a pocket calculator.
Oh my God! the sheer sexiness of it…
I cannot wait to slide her out of the box and do unspeakable things to her chassis. Unfortunately I have to wait 2 weeks, but they say the anticipation can be as exciting as the event itself, and right now I am all anticipated up. So that is exciting, oh and not wanting it to sound too much like a side note, although it probably will no matter how I proceed from here, she will be traveling with Sarah’s sister Holly who is coming to stay with us for Christmas and giving me an excuse to break my diet. Thanks Holly 🙂
And finally we met up with fellow bloggers Rob and Kellie of hungryescapades.com in Playa this week. They are lovely people with a healthy and highly enjoyable mix of humor and quirkiness, who speak with funny accents and bought us lunch, which makes them alright in my book. So we have decided to adopt each other as BFF’s (sorry Jimmy, you’re out mate ;), as long as it doesn’t require too much extra effort on either side.
Summing up, I blew out my neck but got it diagnosed, I blew up my laptop and in 2 weeks get to meet the new love of my life (you are still in the top three Sarah), I also got a few more web design jobs to get cracking on with and I met some people from my old homeland whose company I enjoyed almost as much as my own. All in all, a very successful week or two.
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