Thta’s my actual spine. I figured I’d put this up here, eventually. Today is the day.
If it freaks you out, please check the picture below. It’s (a tiny portion of) my actual garden, which I plant and care for, myself. I just want you to understand, I understand it is very bad but there is thing about me, where things like this can be transcended. It’s some kind of grace, I’ve been given. I live with this.
I’m not telling you, it doesn’t hurt. Look at it! You can also see my replaced, hip replacement. I’ll tell you something else… my neck is just as bad; it may be worse! But if you saw me, you would never in million years think I had spine problems like this. I just don’t appear to have any problems at all.
Saturn Neptune, see? It’s an invisible burden.
In fact, the second time the worked on my hip, I woke up after surgery, screaming bloody murder. I mean, I was SCREAMING. The nurse looked scared! She could not give me drugs fast enough. No doubt it was trigger by being contorted in surgery. Now you can see what my surgeon was saying.
“I understand my back has collapsed on a nerve.”
“Nerves”, he said.
Look at it, because he’s going to fix it. Like the other surgeon fixed my hip. Yes, it took two surgeries but it is fixed. And it’s going to marvelous. Can you imagine? Maybe not. But you can take my word for it, because my word is good. It is going to be great!
Obviously, I think so because I’m planting a garden. I am either gloriously stupid or gloriously full of faith. We’ll see about that.
So there it is. I’m the type to put my money where my mouth is. I’m betting my back is repaired and I’m up canning sauce by the end of the summer. I really can’t envision anything but.