Until a half hour ago I was excited. I was going back to work on Monday. I was able to get out of bed and move without needing the cane every moment. I wasn't feeling too bad.

Okay I had been given a few knocks since I this began last Wednesday. I was diagnosed as a diabetic. I lost five pounds this week, taking my total to over thirty pounds. I still had a job. I was feeling better, nearly normal.

Okay then all that sort of ended. My doctor called. I suppose I should back up a bit.

I had an appointment with my doctor to discuss the catscan that was taken on Wednesday. He is adjusting drugs, hoping with the continued weight loss I won't end up on insulin. So I sat there waiting to hear what the end result was. Well, the problem was the damn report hadn't been sent to him. He called and requested an immediate copy be sent to the office. And I waited. And I waited. Finally he sent me home saying he would call once he knew what was going on and he had a chance to go over the results.

So the results are in. I wasn't imagining the pain. I didn't do it for sympathy or because I wanted time off.

I have a herniated disk that is bulging. (I am not exactly sure what that means but doesn't sound great.) He immediately asked me again how long this pain has been going on. Then gave me two phone numbers for doctors that I have to go see. I am not exactly thrilled. I thought I had just strained the back. Maybe the fall I had taken at work was worse than I thought a month ago. Who knows. At least there is an accident report to fall back on.

So that is all I can tell you. I don't know where I stand or what happens now other than I have doctors to call on Monday. I am so thrilled I can't put into words. I am just praying this doesn't mean surgery.