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...and it stinks. I wasn't sure about posting this, but I'm feeling kind of overwhelmed tonight and need to go ahead and get it off my chest. Wednesday I went to the doctor because my back has really been hurting badly lately. It's hurt on and off for years, but this past week has been rough. So, to make a long story short, I have Scoliosis. It's bad, but thank God not bad enough for surgery at this point. However, I'm kind of scared because I didn't go to a specialist, just a chiropractor. And he was maddeningly vague.
Then tonight, Rico broke his hand. All it took was him jumping out of his truck and taking a hard swing at the punching bag on his way into the house. Broke it in a really bad spot and then the ER people said they couldn't do anything about it because of the swelling?! To "go home and if it still hurts in a week go to a doctor." He's broken his other hand in the past, so he KNOWS it's broken... I'm just.. *really* irritated about that.