Taken Aback!

My back hurts. A lot.

I can sit fairly comfortably, but standing and walking are pretty much out of the question.  It hurts.  

I've been hemming and hawing for the past few days trying to pretend it doesn't hurt, but . . . it hurts.

I can't really figure out why it hurts.  I wasn't doing anything rash like the last time I threw my back out.  In fact, Baby Boy and I have been doing a lot of nothing during our Winter Break from classes.  It's been heavenly.

Yesterday I decided to go to the doctor who sees the pathetically destitute and uninsured for same day appointments.  Mom #2 had to work, so I hobbled myself over there, tried to find a comfortable position to sit in with those nasty-hard-waiting-room-chairs, and then proceeded to further humiliate myself by not being able to follow the perky blond nurse very well as she skipped along in front of me to the doctor's office (you know, once she finally called my name.)

I did all of that so that the doctor could come into the examining room and in sixty seconds flat call me fat (which I am, but still . . . the nerve), tell me that since I had injured my own back (in 2008, on purpose, don't you know), that he is refusing to treat me.  He said that even though that was over two years ago, and I have had no incidents of back pain since then, this is now a chronic condition and can only be treated by a Pain Management Center.

Oh, and the pièce de résistance - he also mentioned that the only Pain Management Center that would even consider working within the financial terms I can afford is . . . [drum roll please] . . . about 100 miles away.

With the price of gas these days - AS IF!

So, in conclusion, my back hurts.

We'll just leave it at that for now. 

Until next time . . .