Hi all. Some of you may know I had back surgery three weeks ago. Bagluv has ALL the details of what I've been through with this, going back to November 4th when a disc in my back herniated and pinched some nerves in my spine. When that happens, your back doesn't hurt: your leg (my right) goes into severe spasms, shooting pains and in my case, can actually contract to the point of curling up under my body. We nearly ended up in the ER on the 4th and DID end up in the ER on the 6th. Because it was so severe (the pain and spasms were 24/7 with only relief from my chiropractor), surgery wasn't optional and it was done on November 22. It went well enough and I get a bit stronger every day, but it seems at this point anyway that I've swapped one pain/discomfort for another. I still have numbness down the back of my right thigh, the outside of my right calf and most of my foot is numb. I can move it but I can't explain how weird it feels. I won't even mention the nasty things that six weeks of sleep deprivaton can do to you. I was in better shape after my daughter was born in that regard! I haven't driven since November 4 and after the surgery, you aren't allowed to driven until your three week post surgery follow-up (assuming your doc releases you to drive). I don't have a burning urge to go anywhere, but knowing I can't is getting to me. DH was with me until I was finally able to navigate the house safely. I don't mind him being at work. I'm not one that is bothered by being alone, besides I have my fur baby (in my avatar) to keep me company. But since I can't do the things I'd normally do around the house when I've got it to myself, it's getting depressing. Anyway, I'm feeling very frustrated today about all the residual numbness, and basically having my usual life, boring and all, taken away from me. I see the neurosurgeon tomorrow. I'm hoping for something optimistic from him about the numbness I'm still having, but I'm afraid I'm not going to hear anything positive. I still have at least 3-5 more WEEKS stuck in this routine unless he lets me drive and maybe sends me in for physical therapy. The only thing that's kept me from going mad is hanging around here (and spending too much money on some new bags and my new Prada wallet). Sorry for the long post, guys. I'm just having a pity party today and needed a few thousand cybershoulders to pout on. I've worn out both the poor DH's shoulders.