This morning I was mad. I was so mad I could feel the anger bubbling and the resentment building that I wanted to just explode and scream and yell. Knowing that isn’t what Jesus would do, I sat and gave it all to God, my anger, my yelling, my madness, my resentment. I feel so much better and the red I was seeing is fading away. I’m pretty happy about that as my throat is sore and yelling and screaming isn’t something that would do me good.
When I went to the doc on Tuesday about my sore throat, I asked him about my hip. I’m not thrilled about his diagnosis. With the symptoms I gave him, turns out I have Sciatica. Basically, a nerve is being pinched, because my disc in my lower back is protruding out. I’m supposed to stay off my feet as much as possible. If it doesn’t calm down, it will eventually need surgery. The minute he said the “S” work, I decided to find alternative help.
Yesterday I went to the chiropractor. He put me on the decompression table, which is a traction table. It really felt good and soon I felt circulation in my feet … which I had no idea I was lacking. After that he adjusted my back and neck. I have to go through several treatments and I’m hopeful that it will relieve the problem. He also gave me an ice pack, which I am to use as often as possible.
My GP gave me antibiotics for my throat. It isn’t on fire like it was, but it is still sore. So I just want to sit here and eat my sorrows away. Probably not a good thing, but getting comfort from food is my downfall!!
I guess I had better get the hubby up, so he can go to the eye doc. Y’all have a great Thursday. I’ll be going back and forth between the couch and the bed with my trusty ice pack and glass of water.