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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.
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In Dreams
"And in dreams I am free
falling into what is not;
what will be what is.
It's this intense hatred
for reality twisted
in an obsession of hope
Defy the stagnant
life that speaks only
what can be but wills not.
God's grace,
not my self fear
of what I think
I cannot be."
-rivka