I’ve mentioned a few times the crappy situation I’ve been dealing with in regards to my lower back, an apparently common ailment no-one hears about until it literally bites you in the arse. From June/July last year it began to restrict differing levels of physical activity and I found myself putting on weight bit by bit and, in private, feeling pretty bloody miserable. Finally in November last year I spoke to a surgeon, and by December I was on the operating table.
Throughout it all TOG has been simply amazing, helping out with extra chores and being a generally awesome guy and after a much frustration, by April it finally seemed as though everything was back on track. I’ve been walking freely again and even jogging for brief spurts. As easy as that, the weight I put on last year began to melt away without much effort as I returned to normal everyday activities. It’s been wonderful and I’ve had a grand old time bouncing all around the place showing off my renewed mobility.
Alas all was not to last. The healing has not been complete and now I have to go back under the knife sometime June-ish this year, then undergo a whole new healing process. Yup, that’s going to make it a whole freaking year dealing with this crap. Fuck-itty, fuck, fuck. Oh come on, say it with me and say it with real feeling. Fuck.
No I’m not wallowing, just feeling very very tired of the whole thing and perhaps just a little bit angry.
In brighter news we have a long weekend to celebrate May Day on Monday. The only public holiday, excepting Christmas, given by the University we’re both working at. So much fun shall be had and I promise to write a happier post, possibly with pictures, next week.









