facta non verba
Apparently my spine isn’t completely unsalvageable? This is super news, far as I’m concerned. I have an MRI tomorrow, fluked another appointment with the neurosurgeon for next Tuesday and, barring any other underlying issues, I could be in significantly less pain by the end of next week. This is two kinds of exciting. Firstly, you know, LESS PAIN. Secondly, well, it means my money starts going where my mouth has been these past few months.
I’ve had to put a lot of things on hold this past year and a half due to my health. Now that there’s an outside chance I’m actually going to come out of this thing relatively unscathed - although I lost a good few months there due to misdiagnosis and professionals not listening to people that are technically doctors (see: moi) - the possibilities are endless. I babbled about my plans the other night - I babble a lot when I’m excited - and in the next two thirds of the year I plan to wrap up three books, get qualified as a personal trainer, ditch my current job and get a new one, travel and meet a few of my favourites, aaaaaaand I think that’ll just about do it for now. Plus an awful lot of training and adventures and sidesteps and reading and music and laughing and fooooooood. I’ve been sitting still for a while now, with my mind racing off in a thousand directions every day, and it’s looking like the rest of me gets to start playing catch up soon.
I’m trying to figure out what I believe. Where I stand on things. How far I’m willing to push them. What I’m willing to defend and what I’m willing to let go. I plan to explore a lot of that here - more even than I already do. And I want you to challenge me. Inspire me. Make me think.
