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The last few months have been awesome. I should have seen this coming, honestly.
So about 10 days ago, I was at my old house. I was minding my own business, sitting on the floor sorting and packing things. After awhile, I tried to get up and I couldn't because of the explosion of pain in my lower back. My SO helped me up, and even though she did so gently, I was bawling from the pain by the time I was on my feet. I went to my doctor the next day, turns out one of my vertebrae attempted to jump ship and was not exactly where it was supposed to be. Since I yelped as soon as she barely poked it, my doctor was afraid to do an adjustment at that point so instead did an ultrasound massage. She ordered me to take it easy for a couple of days, so I called in sick. I was back in her office on Friday, having missed a full week of work and still having way too much trouble getting around. She did an adjustment, and I actually felt a little better. It still hurt, but I could stand up straight for the first time in 6 days. Saturday I tried to be on my feet as much as possible, as I'd be going back to work Sunday. It was unpleasant, but I thought it would be manageable. Then Sunday I was trying to get ready for work, bracing through the pain. I had myself convinced that it wasn't so bad, and then it occurred to me that there was no way in hell I could get my socks or boots on (I'd been wearing sandals all week and hadn't thought of that). So now I've applied for FMLA at work and I'm awaiting a referral for physical therapy.
I don't even know what I did to hurt my back. I didn't even know it was hurt until I tried to stand up. My best guess is that my back will always be a problem and prone to giving out thanks to that wreck I had in '06 where I rolled my car and messed it up in the first place.
And now my SO got some crappy news today at her job. She works for the local encoding center for USPS, which is closing in about 12 months. Which we knew about. She's a "career," so they have to find her another job within the USPS. But now it seems they're going to try to get rid of her position by August, which means we'll probably be packing up and leaving soon. And it could be anywhere in the US. Which is a problem because my kids are here. So, I'll have to figure out how to do long-distance visits. And there's always the chance the court will just deny such arrangements for, say, me having my kids in the summer months and splitting the cost of travel with my ex (which is my understanding of how these things work) and just decide it sucks to be me and I won't see them at all. I am still suffering from the fallout of the financial nuke called "divorce," and I can't possibly survive on my own income alone anymore. We knew our future job and housing situation was uncertain, but we were planning on at least another 9 months. Now we may have about 1 month to figure something out.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, they changed her days off as of right now. We no longer share any days off together. Apparently they can do this as they please since she is "full-time flex," which means they can change her days off whenever they want (but usually don't). I work 2nd shift and she works 3rd, so on days we both work, one of us is sleeping or at work when the other is home.
So about 10 days ago, I was at my old house. I was minding my own business, sitting on the floor sorting and packing things. After awhile, I tried to get up and I couldn't because of the explosion of pain in my lower back. My SO helped me up, and even though she did so gently, I was bawling from the pain by the time I was on my feet. I went to my doctor the next day, turns out one of my vertebrae attempted to jump ship and was not exactly where it was supposed to be. Since I yelped as soon as she barely poked it, my doctor was afraid to do an adjustment at that point so instead did an ultrasound massage. She ordered me to take it easy for a couple of days, so I called in sick. I was back in her office on Friday, having missed a full week of work and still having way too much trouble getting around. She did an adjustment, and I actually felt a little better. It still hurt, but I could stand up straight for the first time in 6 days. Saturday I tried to be on my feet as much as possible, as I'd be going back to work Sunday. It was unpleasant, but I thought it would be manageable. Then Sunday I was trying to get ready for work, bracing through the pain. I had myself convinced that it wasn't so bad, and then it occurred to me that there was no way in hell I could get my socks or boots on (I'd been wearing sandals all week and hadn't thought of that). So now I've applied for FMLA at work and I'm awaiting a referral for physical therapy.
I don't even know what I did to hurt my back. I didn't even know it was hurt until I tried to stand up. My best guess is that my back will always be a problem and prone to giving out thanks to that wreck I had in '06 where I rolled my car and messed it up in the first place.
And now my SO got some crappy news today at her job. She works for the local encoding center for USPS, which is closing in about 12 months. Which we knew about. She's a "career," so they have to find her another job within the USPS. But now it seems they're going to try to get rid of her position by August, which means we'll probably be packing up and leaving soon. And it could be anywhere in the US. Which is a problem because my kids are here. So, I'll have to figure out how to do long-distance visits. And there's always the chance the court will just deny such arrangements for, say, me having my kids in the summer months and splitting the cost of travel with my ex (which is my understanding of how these things work) and just decide it sucks to be me and I won't see them at all. I am still suffering from the fallout of the financial nuke called "divorce," and I can't possibly survive on my own income alone anymore. We knew our future job and housing situation was uncertain, but we were planning on at least another 9 months. Now we may have about 1 month to figure something out.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, they changed her days off as of right now. We no longer share any days off together. Apparently they can do this as they please since she is "full-time flex," which means they can change her days off whenever they want (but usually don't). I work 2nd shift and she works 3rd, so on days we both work, one of us is sleeping or at work when the other is home.
*bites life's toes* Grr.
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