First Day After Back Treatmeant.

On Thursday Dec the 3rd I went to the hospital for an outpatient procedure where I was given several shots in my lower back in order to ease the chronic pain I have been having for close to a year now. I know there's some fancy medical terminology for the procedure I had, but it's easier for me to just explain what they did. Besides if you have never had this done then me telling you some medical mumbo jumbo would be as effective as someone trying to talk to me in any language besides English. Which in its self is a said thing to admit to, but that's a whole other discussion.

Anyway, the idea behind giving me these, what I believe are called targeted shots. That is the Dr. first looks at an MRI of my back and then decides where he's going to try and inject some kind of steroid, I believe they use cortisone, in what he claims to be key areas of my back in order to see if it will have any kind of affect on the pain in my back. Of course I didn't think about it at the time, but I soon realized that while I was ling on my back, the thought entered my mind, how exactly was he going to know where to put that needle. Well it turns out that there is this rather large x-ray machine hanging over my back and this was his means of guiding the needle into the various places that he shot the cortisone into my lower back.

Well the procedure was only about two to three minutes long, however; once the pain medication kicked in, which wasn't until about thirty minutes after the procedure, did I fall into my bed and slept for nearly the rest of the day. Even though the I was dead to the world, the pain from the shots slowly began to make their way to my conscious mind. Which at first it wasn't so bad, but by the middle of last night or early this morning my entire back was so sore I didn't think I would make it through the night.

Well as it is going on twenty minutes past 10:00 am CST USA, I am finding it quite difficult to write this, which is frustrating because I wanted to talk more about what led me to even seeing an orthopedic surgeon in the first place. Anyway I hope that as the days go on I will be able to finish my writing and post more information on how things turn out. I also want to continue with my writings about my headache and discuss more about my feelings and thoughts on mental issues. And maybe even talk about some more positive things, however, at this moment I am about to pass out from the pain, or at least try and find a more comfortable position to be in. If anyone cares to share their stories on this subject, or have any suggestions as to what might have worked for your back pain, please leave a comment and I'll try to get back with anyone that does or just has a question as soon as I can.

Less Than Two Weeks Until Comic Con 2009

It is now less than two weeks away from the big event. I have gone over everything so many times I think I am driving myself to the edge of sanity. I suppose in many ways this is an act of a lunatic. Either that or someone that is so dedicated to an idea that pragmatic thought is no longer a consideration. I know that it's not a manic obsession, even when looking from the outside it certainly has the earmarks of such behavior when one looks at my long list of manic endeavors.

However, as the one who's living and breathing this quest of sorts, I know the subtle differences in previous manic follies, whereas this time the situation is quite different. As someone with a mind that is accustomed to the merry-go-round life for all of whom carry the deviant gene that sends a jaded code to our synaptic nerves, no larger than a pen head and as fast as the speed of light. Never before have I been more lucid as to what my goal is and to what means it will take. Never before have I known that what I know to be a dream is just that. Clouded my eyes with delusions I fear not, for I know that what I seek to accomplish is a goal that is not one of succeeding or failing. It is my personal project which I know will be better than some and not as good as others. But it will be of my doing and it will be if all things a test of my ability to take an idea and see it to its completion and that is why I know that this is not just another manic tangent that have so often caused such a pain that the scars are still mending.

Now I just have to prepare before I leave to San Diego, by making sure that all my equipment is packed and set to go. Take a deep breath and allow my mind to rest for the days to come. The last leg of this journey now lies in the hands of those who have already agreed to grant me a few minutes of their time for my planned interviews. The rest will be up to me to get the interviews and footage that will makeup the rest of this documentary. And when the dust settles I can leave downtown San Diego for what will be the rest of my vacation. Two weeks of sleeping on my sisters couch and getting a chance to spend some much awaited time with my niece and nephew. Who I miss dearly and truly and love with all of my heart and soul.