Gah.

So I talked with the receptionist at the neurosurgeon's office today. Apparently my case isn't "urgent" and therefore I don't warrant a consult until March 18th. Which means I get to deal with it. In pain, for the next two weeks, and then even longer as I wait for surgery (if needed). So now I'm sitting here with this doctor's note saying I need a break from work for the next week, when I'm apparently not in danger of rupturing a disk right away, which means I SHOULD BE BACK AT WORK.

Even though 4 hours on my feet is enough to make me cry and I have to sit in the car, writhing and mewling, waiting for 10 minutes for the heated seats to kick in so the inflammation can go down and I can drive home.

So both of these things make me want to punch myself in the face. Because really, I mean, there isn't another better way of handling the situation, so I might as well just do something stupid that might make me feel better. You know, because punching something feels good. Until you realize you just punched yourself and it hurts.

None of that paragraph really made sense to me, but we'll chalk it up to the percocet, ok?

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll probably end up working half days. I can't handle much more than that - the pain after 4 hours makes me completely non-functional. Try managing 27 pre-teens when you can't even walk around the room. I don't know how I'm going to work that though, because I don't have a lot of sick leave left and I'm not sure that short term and long term disability cover part time.

Ugh. I'm just going to enjoy tomorrow off and see if my doctor has any advice. Wish me luck.