Boo! #2

So... I have MORE photos of Grey from *tonight's* Trick-or-Treating Extravaganza... AND photos of my husband made up like Captain Spaulding from "House of 1000 Corpses" (which, by the way, is FRIGHTENING, simply because ohmygoditISSpauldinginmyHOUSE)... but I feel like I'm partially crippled.  I still haven't recovered fully from pumpkin carving, what, 2 days ago?  And then I went ahead and did a whole crap load of other shit since then... and my body is REBELLING, oh the pain.  Yuck.

Today I had my Lyrica dosage doubled, and my sleep DRUG has been doubled as well.  *sigh*  Oh!  And I got my MRI report back.  Needless to say, I'm not thrilled.  I'm glad I have some form of concrete PROOF as to why my lower back and right side of my sacrum are just... well, screwed 6 ways to Sunday.  But?  This is a problem that will NOT repair itself.  I have a bi-layer herniation at the lowest two levels, and a TEAR in the lowest disc, as well.  And because of that, there is "decreased water content" in there... which means it's been leaking OUT of my spinal column and into... well, SOMEWHERE.  Mmm.  Appetizing.

This *also* means that I will be looking at spinal surgery sometime in the future.  Not NEAR future, if I take precautions to not further injure myself, but it's gonna happen.  I should be a bit, well, more *adjusted* to spinal surgeries, since, hmm... my dad's had god-only-knows how many discectomies, and *4* spinal fusions to date.  But, um... yeah.  I've only had one surgery in my adult life, and I WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.  That's what happens when doctors don't heed my warning about having a high drug resistance and needing higher levels of anesthesia.  You'd think that, as SURGEONS, they would be aware of even the studies that have been done on anesthesia and REDHEADS, and how they typically require more due to a pain receptor that is linked to the gene for red pigment.  Dur.  All I know, I woke up with 4 surgeons IN MY FACE and in the most excrutiating pain of my LIFE.  *shiver* That day ranks 12 FREAKIN' times higher on the pain scale than my LABOR with Grey, I SWEAR.

Anyhow...  unless by some twist of fate my nighty-nite meds *don't* work for me tonight (which my GOD, if I didn't know better, I'd swear I'd be lights out as soon as my head hits the pillow)... the newest Halloween shots will be up TOMORROW.  I just don't even have the drive to go retrieve the camera from my coat pocket...  How sad is THAT?

Happy Halloween, y'all!  =P  I'm all pumkpined out.