and setting up camp in my family room
Things were going from bad to worse
as far as I was concerned
problem was
I seemed to be the only one concerned
my family did not offer much sympathy
I had pretended everything was fine for the sake of the vacation
and now I was suffering for it
no one really believed that my neck was all that bad
after all
I did go jet skiing
I really can't
blame them
During one massage session
I really stuck my neck out
told him he must be rubbing me the wrong way
and I didn't think it was working
My husband and I had been planning a trip to Boston with another couple and their son
Insurance Business for the husbands and the son was checking out colleges
Juliard
and
the Boston Conservatory
he wanted to be a composer
but ended up becomming a famous opera singer
but that's another story
anyway
My version of Dr McDreamy decided to give me a collar that I was to wear on the plane
and recommended traction
only my traction
was the kind that you hung on a door
I had always pictured traction
taking place in a hospital bed
I've seen a lot of medical shows on TV
Mine must have been a homemade version... I guess
I was supposed to stick my head in this noose and hang the other end over the door
I was not trying to commit suicide
I was trying to make the pain go away
up until this point
my family was not keeping track of my progress
until they laid eyes on the traction contraption
the jokes were flying
let's hang mom on the door
and then
leave her there
( I could not get in and out on my own and they all thought that was very funny)
my good looking vitamin salesman who was treating my injury
sustained by riding the largest wooden roller coaster in the world
at Cedar Point in Sanduskly, Ohio
prescribed a regiment of heat and ice
and hanging out over a door way or a door
x times per day for 20 or 30 minutes at a crack
pun intended
It actually felt better when I was in that vicarious position
but I'm certain I looked ridiculous
By the time the plane landed in Boston my neck was killing me
I couldn't wait to go hang out at the hotel
and Joe was more than eager to hang me out to dry
I had not heard him laugh that much since we pulled up to the Bates Motel
One day the aspiring composer and I had an interesting conversation
about song writing
he was a little distracted by my traction
but
hung in there with me
I had written many poems over the years
yet always wanted to write songs
however,
I had no idea how to go about it
did you hear the music first
and then write the words
or vice versa
?????????????????????
and since I could not read music
I figured I would need a partner
He told me you needed the words first
so I wrote a few
but the strangest thing happened
when I was writing
I actually heard the music in my head
that roller coaster must have jolted something in me
since I can not read music or sing on key
translating what I heard in my head to paper
was no easy task
I tried to sing the song
as the senior in high school wrote down the notes
as if he were a stenographer
it blew my mind
especially after finishing and he asked me if I wanted to hear it
hear it?
how
there was a big grand piano on the third floor of the hotel
when he played my song
I truly felt like I had just given birth
it still gives me the chills
to think about it
I could not wait to write another
all afternoon while his mom was shopping and his dad and my husband were at the insurance convention
we hung around together
I wrote songs and he played them for me
each time I attempted to write the words, I could hear the music
do not ask me to explain it
but it was magical
I digress
oophs
by the time I returned from Boston
I knew I needed to find a regular doctor
cute is cute
but lets get seroius here
this was serious
I had an mri
and called a doc
the fantastic doctor who operated on my brothers back
Dr Shea at Loyola
I was told by someone in his office that I could not get an appointment with him for over 6 months
but I sent him my MRI anyway
that's when I received a call from them
he wanted to operate asap
here I go again
and that's another story