Kristina's Chronicles

H ere is my bionic neck. With the surgical pain gone, the muscles/soft tissues/tendons that hold the fusion and hardware in place are adjusting to their “dem ands” and this is what creates the constant muscle spasms that turn into nausea and headaches. O ne day of basic activity can leave me bedridden with a flare for a week. It's incredibly frustrating with the 2 steps forward, 3 steps back, but I keep trying! I’m reminded of when I look at these x-rays is that I have a TRIPLE level fusion. The double fusion from 14 years ago is at the top and the most recent surgery from 2015 is the fusion at the bottom. It still shocks me to think about all I've been through. Your support and encouragement on social media has been more helpful than I can ever express. Although I’m bored, I don’t always feel social. I’ve exhausted most everything on Netflix, Amazon, and good old cable TV.  I’m sure I’m not depressed, maybe a little bluer than I’ve been in a while but not anything a cat vi...

When The Lady and The Man brought me home all those Christmases ago, they had no idea that I would be such a holiday terror. For the record, I’m a legend! Here is the story as The Lady tells it… Frank and the Baby Jesus I am not surprised by what Frank does anymore.  We've got a very nice manger set up, one that my Mom has generously helped us put together over the years.  It’s a treasure. Well, Frank has decided that she has to check it out. So, within a few hours of setting it up, there she was on the top shelf, taking her time to sniff each of the figures: Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, each of the three Wise Men, and even the angel. When I express that she was taking her time, I mean it.  It seemed very purposeful.  After this, she moved along to the next shelf, but apparently nothing caught her interest.  I continued to go through boxes of decorations while keeping my eye out for Frank shenanigans. Within a few minutes, she turned her attention back to th...

Well, it's happened! I've been bitten by a spider.  Again. And in honor of me getting bitten this time I would repost it since it is clearly a tradition. Every October, no kidding. A spider comes for me. Anyway, minding my own business, sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt something on my arm and when I lifted it to look there was already a red whelp forming.  I knew immediately it was another spider bite.  My theory it is that I’m a cheap date, seeing as one bite will more than likely create a lifelong buzz for a creature that small and since MB doesn’t take meds, they always come for me.   The first time I got bit, I am certain that that bugger spread the word that I’m a one stop shop and now every year, that dude’s brother, sister, cousin, or best friend comes back to dig in.  Yeah, thanks for that, you little jerk.  Also, that first time, I made the mistake of Googling “spider bite identification” and got to see results in viv...