So, it's been a loooong time since I decided to post anything on here. Let me get you up to speed as to what I have been doing. Firstly, I have started my own Photography company. Let me shamelessly plug it right here and now. Andersen Photography is up and running, you can also find us on Facebook... just saying. Also, I have decided to go back to school and get my Business degree so that I can run my company effectively. And last but not least I have decided my back sucks.
After years of being made fun of I finally decided to be legit and get my business license to open shop on my photography studio. Yes, I am now getting paid to be a Japanese Tourist. It is quite scary and quite possibly the biggest thing I have done to date, but Imma put on my Brave Hat and trudge on into the unknown. This became my epiphany after getting pissed off at people posing as photographers and making money off of being stupid. For years I have not advertised or marketed myself because I didn't want to be labeled as some idiot with a camera. After much deliberation and wondering if I am just another D.B. trying to make a buck off of unsuspecting families, I went through my photos and really tore them apart artistically. If you have never done this, please be aware that you can really hurt your pride if you aren't careful. After all of my self loathing was done, I considered myself a pretty good artist and photographer... so here I am, selling my wares on the street corner.
In the midst of this journey my back started to really hurt. I mean, wanna get a back-i-otomy kinda pain. So, I decided to play doctor to myself. Pop some Collagen here, a little stretching there until I couldn't walk. The pain was so severe that I couldn't put any weight on my legs. How can you shoot a wedding without walking? I asked myself. So off to the REAL doctor I went. After an x-ray and a lot of uncomfortableness I was diagnosed with Scoliosis and Arthritis. Now HOW you might asked, did it take a doctor 28 years to figure this out? We are still working on a hypothesis (H, box, square, rectangle around it) but here is what I am thinking happened.
Imagine if you will, a young girl of 15 going into the doctor and saying of all things, "My back hurts, doc." The quack-doctor turns to her and says, "Here is some Tylenol 3's and some Flexeral. You will be fine. Here is a chart of how to stretch, now pay up BEEOOOTCH!" From there I just thought I had a "bad back" as so many people seem to think that they have. I stretched, took my drugs and was stoned for about 2 weeks and eventually it just went away. Now I have had problems with a certain evil nerve called Sciatica. She is the worst possible nerve sorceress in all of the Back-i-otomy kingdom and likes to strike at the most inopportune times. While sitting in a church pew and you kinda make a seizure like motion and fall on the floor. Or, at other times when you are just walking through the store minding your own business and all of a sudden the cart becomes your best friend, then you know she has struck. These random encounters with Sciatica and her evilness were random and resolved quickly until now.... childbearing changes everything and usually not in a good way.
After having Monsterkins we had a rough go of things.... she was an awful first time baby but things started to look better and we got through it. Then came evil SCIATICA!!! duhn duhn duhnnnnnn..... Okay what really happened was I was carrying in the monster and a car seat and about 8 billion other things when I tripped on my LP's shoes and "tweaked" my back. Tweaked became very painful and very painful became can't walk within a matter of days. I went to the chiropractor where she said, "You know, you should probably go to your primary doctor and see what's causing this." I ignored her requests and went about my business. Every few months it would act up again, back to the chiropractor and some stretching later and I was set..... Then came April.
April should be my most happiest time of the year. Things are green again, you don't have to wear a coat if you don't want to... heck sometimes you can even wear short sleeved shirts. Its great! I start pulling weeds, getting some dirt under my fingernails and all over my face... it's a great time. Well this April was awful. I couldn't walk again and was reduced to crawling on the floor. This is all fine and dandy until you realize that I have a very active little girl to take care of. "How did you she change a diaper when she couldn't even stand up straight?", you might ask. Well, it's not pretty and involves a lot of one armed movements but it got done. Thankfully, Lil miss thang liked to stay on the floor and play a lot because momma wasn't moving very fast. I finally broke down and went to the doctor.
HMMM?!?! I have to go!"
Not my finest moment but I shall say this, I have no patience or tolerance for that matter for people who are behind schedule. I have a kid and I somehow managed to not only make it on time for my appointment but also I was 10 minutes early for YOUR convenience! Don't jerk me around and if you are going to, at least offer me an coupon for BWW or something for my time!! Better yet, give me the restaurant thingy that buzzes and lights up whenever your turn is next. Then I could maybe get some grocery shopping done down the road at the Meijer or something. Sheesh!
So I broke down and rescheduled, making full well that they knew my pain and that I would be calling in advance to see how far the doctor was behind. So today I am going to the chiropractor to hopefully be able to walk upright without my leg going numb and then next Monday I am going to the real doctor and to get my news. Good, bad or indifferent, I am asking for a Cortizone shot in my butt. Pain in your legs, back, butt, shins and feet is no joke dude. This mommy soldier can only take so much before she is desperately begging for drugs. So, moral of the story... if Sciatica strikes your back an butt, go to the doctor and find out why and don't stop until you truly find out what the heck is going on.
Wish me luck... :\
-Suzs
After years of being made fun of I finally decided to be legit and get my business license to open shop on my photography studio. Yes, I am now getting paid to be a Japanese Tourist. It is quite scary and quite possibly the biggest thing I have done to date, but Imma put on my Brave Hat and trudge on into the unknown. This became my epiphany after getting pissed off at people posing as photographers and making money off of being stupid. For years I have not advertised or marketed myself because I didn't want to be labeled as some idiot with a camera. After much deliberation and wondering if I am just another D.B. trying to make a buck off of unsuspecting families, I went through my photos and really tore them apart artistically. If you have never done this, please be aware that you can really hurt your pride if you aren't careful. After all of my self loathing was done, I considered myself a pretty good artist and photographer... so here I am, selling my wares on the street corner.
In the midst of this journey my back started to really hurt. I mean, wanna get a back-i-otomy kinda pain. So, I decided to play doctor to myself. Pop some Collagen here, a little stretching there until I couldn't walk. The pain was so severe that I couldn't put any weight on my legs. How can you shoot a wedding without walking? I asked myself. So off to the REAL doctor I went. After an x-ray and a lot of uncomfortableness I was diagnosed with Scoliosis and Arthritis. Now HOW you might asked, did it take a doctor 28 years to figure this out? We are still working on a hypothesis (H, box, square, rectangle around it) but here is what I am thinking happened.
Imagine if you will, a young girl of 15 going into the doctor and saying of all things, "My back hurts, doc." The quack-doctor turns to her and says, "Here is some Tylenol 3's and some Flexeral. You will be fine. Here is a chart of how to stretch, now pay up BEEOOOTCH!" From there I just thought I had a "bad back" as so many people seem to think that they have. I stretched, took my drugs and was stoned for about 2 weeks and eventually it just went away. Now I have had problems with a certain evil nerve called Sciatica. She is the worst possible nerve sorceress in all of the Back-i-otomy kingdom and likes to strike at the most inopportune times. While sitting in a church pew and you kinda make a seizure like motion and fall on the floor. Or, at other times when you are just walking through the store minding your own business and all of a sudden the cart becomes your best friend, then you know she has struck. These random encounters with Sciatica and her evilness were random and resolved quickly until now.... childbearing changes everything and usually not in a good way.
After having Monsterkins we had a rough go of things.... she was an awful first time baby but things started to look better and we got through it. Then came evil SCIATICA!!! duhn duhn duhnnnnnn..... Okay what really happened was I was carrying in the monster and a car seat and about 8 billion other things when I tripped on my LP's shoes and "tweaked" my back. Tweaked became very painful and very painful became can't walk within a matter of days. I went to the chiropractor where she said, "You know, you should probably go to your primary doctor and see what's causing this." I ignored her requests and went about my business. Every few months it would act up again, back to the chiropractor and some stretching later and I was set..... Then came April.
April should be my most happiest time of the year. Things are green again, you don't have to wear a coat if you don't want to... heck sometimes you can even wear short sleeved shirts. Its great! I start pulling weeds, getting some dirt under my fingernails and all over my face... it's a great time. Well this April was awful. I couldn't walk again and was reduced to crawling on the floor. This is all fine and dandy until you realize that I have a very active little girl to take care of. "How did you she change a diaper when she couldn't even stand up straight?", you might ask. Well, it's not pretty and involves a lot of one armed movements but it got done. Thankfully, Lil miss thang liked to stay on the floor and play a lot because momma wasn't moving very fast. I finally broke down and went to the doctor.
HMMM?!?! I have to go!"
Not my finest moment but I shall say this, I have no patience or tolerance for that matter for people who are behind schedule. I have a kid and I somehow managed to not only make it on time for my appointment but also I was 10 minutes early for YOUR convenience! Don't jerk me around and if you are going to, at least offer me an coupon for BWW or something for my time!! Better yet, give me the restaurant thingy that buzzes and lights up whenever your turn is next. Then I could maybe get some grocery shopping done down the road at the Meijer or something. Sheesh!
So I broke down and rescheduled, making full well that they knew my pain and that I would be calling in advance to see how far the doctor was behind. So today I am going to the chiropractor to hopefully be able to walk upright without my leg going numb and then next Monday I am going to the real doctor and to get my news. Good, bad or indifferent, I am asking for a Cortizone shot in my butt. Pain in your legs, back, butt, shins and feet is no joke dude. This mommy soldier can only take so much before she is desperately begging for drugs. So, moral of the story... if Sciatica strikes your back an butt, go to the doctor and find out why and don't stop until you truly find out what the heck is going on.
Wish me luck... :\
-Suzs
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