Dear Bloggelinis:
Right now I am lying down talking into the Notes app on my iPhone. Then I will make this text into an email, send it to myself, and edit it (sitting). I have never done this before. So a steep learning curve for me. I have always spent many hours fashioning my blogs, with all the links and photos and research. I think I’m going to have to forgo that now because I really cannot sit for very long.
I think this is the longest stretch I’ve ever gone without communicating with you. You see, I’ve got a pinched nerve in my spine that is causing constant pain down my right thigh. It hurts to sit, to stand, to walk. This has been going on for OVER TWO MONTHS! I am experiencing the Western medical system in all its copious inadequacies. My doctor refuses to talk to me about what I'm going through. She just gives me prescriptions for one pain-killer after another. So far, none of them help.
I am looking for a healer. My definition of a healer: Someone who is intensely interested in solving this problem I’m having with my body and who also has the skill and knowledge to actually help me.
I have seen two acupuncturists, two chiropractors and one massage therapist. I might have found my healer, on Monday when I went to the second chiropractor.
So far this chiropractor is the first person who appears to have a strong desire to figure things out. So I am very hopeful. She is not warm and cuddly, as all the other naturopaths were. She's rather cold, brusque. I don't give a damn. I haven’t been able to walk further than the corner mailbox without intense pain. As you all know, rambling around San Francisco with my pups is one of the great joys of my life. But at this point, I'm not longing for long walks. I just want to be free from pain. Alright, I'd settle for a little bit of an ache, which is what I feel in the better moments. But this green pain that moves all around my right thigh and occasionally shoots down my leg... I can't tell you why this pain is colored green, but it is.
I have had an incredibly healthy life up to this point. In fact, when I went to the doctor for my general check-up four months ago, she told me that I was “amazing." You know, being 75 and all and having received some very nice genes from my parents.
Of course I always knew that my amazing health could disappear in an instant. Unfortunately, my primary care doctor doesn’t seem to have foreseen that, and now she considers me a nuisance to be drugged in various fashions until I stop bothering her. It’s hard being left in the dust by a Doctor who I felt really cared about me and cared for me very well over the years. Maybe she can't get over her "amazing" prize patient turning out to be just another fragile old woman.
Oh well. Thank goodness I have a Buddhist practice. Whenever I'm going through a rough patch, I'm always grateful for Buddhism. The Buddhist answer to the question "Why me?" is "Why NOT you?" It's like a glass of cold water thrown in your face to wake you up. You're ALIVE, damn it! Get what you can out of it! You might not come around again. And yet, despite my 16 years of practice, sometimes I feel very sorry for myself.
Fortunately, I have a beautiful garden. Now that it’s hard to walk further than the mailbox, and it’s also uncomfortable to ride in a car (Have you any idea how many potholes and bumps and humps and dents there are in streets in San Francisco streets?), I am cherishing my garden very much.
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