Recall, I’ve worn it since JUNE.
Also, this has been the autumn of my discontent. I’ve been forever pulled from running or walking for fitness. If a lion gives chase, I’m sure it’s allowed.
Surgeons stabbed my spinal cord a minimum of 24 times (each time, knocking me on my arse for 4 days). I fainted from pain the first time in my life and I’ve had a number of injuries and surgeries. Quelle surprise!
Radiology techs irradiated me enough that I’m afraid to get my teeth xrayed and a little leary over that mammogram. I mean, seriously about 20 times so far?
I enjoyed (that’s sarcasm; boy, howdy) the Neurologist who stabbed my arms and hands 8 times with moderately-
large needles, deep into muscular tissue, to take 
electrical readings.
(Honestly? That wasn’t bad; you could do it to me today–though, I’d rather not…what REALLY SUCKED was…)
I was purposefully electrically shocked 50 times in each arm, for a total of 100 short, sharp shocks. It hurt more than running into an electric fence, which I’ve done many, many times. You may’ve heard I grew up on a working ranch? (for new readers, I say that a lot)
Mum had a heart attack and four days later, quadruple by-pass surgery. This added to my work-load, think nothing of stress. The upside (for me) was it was the catalyst to getting full cardiac studies for heart/ coronary artery disease. I’m pristine because I rock.
Oh, don’t forget the 2-months-plus of what was strep that ended up getting into my blood stream and infecting the blood vessels of my organs, including skin (which showed). That’s life-threatening. I kept working cos I’m mental.
I’m not making excuses.
I’m wondering how much better I can do if this BS leaves me alone!
Here’s to 2013, yo!
Yay for 2013!
~Ang
You’re a machine! Damn girl. You do rock!
Well, you surely got a lot more lifting! YOU rock!
If anyone deserves a wonderful 2013 it’s you Lily. Go get it.
I’m liking that you measure pain on the electric fence scale….I understand that base line all too well.
Yup, the electric fence is nothing compared to what they did and I’ve been ‘clotheslined’ many times by those fences. That’s the thing when you’re a wee one, running willy-nilly, too dumb to watch for steel posts.
You’ll appreciate this story; I once milked cows for an expatriate Texan who had an electric fence strung over the top of the laneway where the cows came into the shed. One morning when following the cows in the dark he didn’t notice that the wire had sagged and he got zapped on the noggin. That he was bald did not assist.
He told me it felt as though someone had hit him on the scone with a
sledgehammer. I believe him.
That’s a lot of being stabbed Lily… I hope you can get through 2013 without too many stabbings & stickings.
I don’t mind the needles but digging in my spinal cord was rather bad. I never EVER want to do the 100 shocks thing again. If they say I need it, I may say, ‘No, thanks.’