Tag: grateful

  • random facts about my back

    random facts about my back

    My back was not happy last week with the weights exercises, and it’s still not really happy, but I wrote most of this last week. The pain is worst at night. So, you get random facts/ memories about my back related to my scoliosis whether you want them or not. This blog is going to be equally personal and client work, so here goes:

    1. The curve was 87 degrees when they operated in 1993. It got corrected to 15 degrees, but settled back around 45, precisely where it was when they found the curve when I was 6 years old.

    2. I grew an inch and a half in that 10-hour surgery that saved my life when I was 13 years old. It was a 2-part surgery; I don’t even know what all they did except in the first part they cut open the entire length of my side and took out a rib and a little piece of my hip bone. Then they turned me over and cut open the entire length of my spine and Dr. Fackler said he stopped counting after he removed 8 discs, so I don’t actually know how many he took out. My curve is sort of like a corkscrew and was going to crush my heart without the surgery.

    3. My spine is fused to and including my sacrum all the way to just be low my shoulder blades. I bend from the the leg joint just below my hips, not at my waist.

    4. Despite not being able to touch my toes, that isn’t actually a byproduct of the surgery. I couldn’t touch my toes before the surgery, and I have precisely the same flexibility as before in that regard. Dr. Fackler said I would and he was right.

    5. I wore a ginormous plastic back brace from the ages of 6 until the surgery at age 13. I tried to look for the first one to take a picture because I do still have that one, but I am feeling lazy this morning. There were at least 5 of them as I grew, I know. I only have the first one from when I was 6 now. It was tiny; I was tiny. Instead, I found the x-ray they gave me years and years ago, the x-ray is marked 3/3 but I don’t know if that is 3/3 of 1992 or 1993. I do know it was progressing fast right before the surgery and I know it was 87 degrees at the last x-ray the week before the surgery.

    6. To make those braces, they made a cast of my whole core, from just under my arms all the way down. All I remember about it was that it was unbearably hot once it was almost done curing, before they cut it off, and those strips of plaster were wet and really gross going on. I still remember George at CH Martin & Co on Marietta Street a block away from where the Aquarium is now, and Debbie, their receptionist. George made most of the casts all those years I think. I remember being really super scared of the saw when I was super little.

    7. I had two sets of school books my 8th grade year and didn’t have to carry a backpack or do PE. About a week before the full year anniversary of the surgery was up (and I was to be cleared for whatever activity I wanted), the very first physically strenuous thing I tried doing was water skiing with Brandi at Lake Wedowee. I wasn’t very good at it, though, and only tried it the one time.

    8. One of the “twist ties” as I call them that hold the rods

    together busted within a year of the surgery leaving one of the rods poking out of my back. I had to live with it for about a year and it was extremely painful depending on which way I moved. I requested the piece of the rod Dr. Fackler cut off in December of 1994, which is why I have a part of the rods now.

    9. I only missed one day of school for that follow up surgery to remove the busted twist tie and cut the rod shorter that December. It was the day before Christmas break and I didn’t want to miss the fun with my friends even though I’d finished my work early. I remember standing in the bandroom and Mr. Elrod seeing me and asking if the surgery got cancelled. I just held up that little bit of rod and smiled and he shook his head.

    10. I got lots of cards and kept them all for years after the surgery. Tommie Freeman sent the very first one; it was waiting for me in ICU at Piedmont when I got out of surgery.

    11. The whole reason I started loosening those braces when I was still wearing them all those years was because somebody at school told me to or dared me to, one. I got in a lot of trouble over the years for that, though thankfully I know now that wouldn’t have prevented the surgery regardless. And kids with my severity of scoliosis especially rarely wear my kind of brace anymore anyway.

    12. When I went for the last visit with Dr. Fackler before he retired, he said “We don’t do surgeries like yours anymore.” To which I was like, “Great, I’m already an ancient artifact.” But, when I went back after Jared and I were married and after Dr. Fackler had retired, the orthopedic surgeon I saw at Peachtree Orthopedic Clinic was the one who told me that surgery had saved my life, that it would have been the only option available to do so, and that I was one of Dr. Fackler’s miracle cases. I got paraded around to the other doctors on the floor that day for that very purpose. He told me to go home and thank my parents for saving my life, which I promptly did. He told me Dr. Fackler was the only doctor in the entire Southeast who could have done that surgery. But, I’m glad people don’t really have go to through that anymore because it wasn’t fun.

    13. The worst pain I have ever felt in my life wasn’t giving birth with nothing for pain but Tylenol, which I have done twice and it wasn’t a c-section either. It was having the chest tube removed after that back surgery.

    14. Because of the fusion from the surgery, an epidural was not an option for childbirth. Which is why I opted for nothing— I’m not sure the Tylenol counts because I had it so late with Porter and I’m not sure I had it at all with Liam. And because of not being able to have an epidural, when Oliver’s heart rate plummeted after they induced him, it was off for an emergency c-section under general anesthesia. At the follow up with Oliver the doctor was surprised I’d had two babies the natural way— the only way it probably happened was they were both preemies— Oliver was our only full-term baby.

    15. Just like I know what it is to have people reject me socially for mental health reasons, I know what it is to be the weird little girl with a back brace that a lot of kids don’t want to play with.

    16. A few days after I got home from the hospital after the surgery, I thought to feel my back with my hands. I was astounded to find out that the ginormous hump I’d previously had on the left side of my lumbar spine was completely gone. The fact that it is gone is still weird to me 31 years later.

    17. When I was super little in first grade when I first got the brace, it was fun to let the boys in my class take turns trying to punch me in the stomach. It only hurt their hands, not me.

    18. I still remember having to buy clothes that were too big for me, to fit with the brace. I remember being very glad to be going into high school not having to wear clothes that were too big.

    19. There will be no revision surgery; I was told in 2022 when I visited an orthopedic surgeon with hip pain that those don’t turn out well at all. Basically, I was told I just can’t ever get into a car accident or have any other sort of traumatic injury. It would go badly.

    20. All I cared about during the surgery was two things: I was very concerned about how Dr. Fackler was going to eat lunch if he had to do a 10 hour surgery, and I wanted to see Picket Fences the Thursday night after the Wednesday surgery. It turned out Dr. Fackler had a sandwich right in the operating room, and the nice nurse in ICU did turn on Picket Fences but I wasn’t with it enough to ask for my glasses and I am blind as a bat without them, so I couldn’t follow any of it.

    21. The bottom half of the brace always had to be tighter than the top. And it couldn’t be up too high. Both things would put me in a bad mood all day long. Or I would take it off entirely, which was actually very difficult for me to do on my own. I certainly couldn’t tighten it by myself.

    22. The rods line both sides of my spine from right at my shoulder blades all the way to being held together by these little twist tie looking things, held together by a little plate at the base of my spine, splitting and are drilled most of the way through into both hips.

    23. When we were still taking Liam to CHOA neurosurgery for his Chiari, the doctor who had followed Liam since he was 2 said he remembered Dr. Fackler well. He said he didn’t know how many scoliosis surgeries he did at CHOA, but it was a lot. Mine just happened to be at Piedmont.

    24. It is only comfortable for me to lay on my left side, because as the curve has progressed up into my rib area, the curve moves to the right. Fighting the direction of the curve is the only thing that is comfortable.

    25. I only know my upper back doesn’t look like it used to because I caught a glimpse of a chest x-ray at urgent care when I was sick about a year and a half ago. But whatever the full length looks like must be fairly unusual/impressive because the orthopedist I saw about my hip in 2022 ordered a full x-ray panel and I put it off till mid-2023 when I finally thought to do it…. The radiologist or some random medical person came out of the office and gawked at me a minute after I left the dressing room. My only guess is it’s not quite something they see every day. I still haven’t scheduled the follow up with orthopedics, so I don’t know.

  • fun at the pool

    fun at the pool

    I used to enjoy doing a lot of stuff I don’t do much anymore.

    The pool at the rec center closes its summer hours tomorrow, so Jared and I skipped Funny Girl at the Fox so we could take Oliver and Liam to the pool. 

    I wasn’t going to get in the deep end. I didn’t want the chlorine damage to my hair. But Oliver loves the diving boards and the deep end, so it wasn’t long until Liam and Oliver were in the deep end. And Jared joined them soon after, leaving me in the shallow end by myself

    That was boring.

    And then I remembered that I used to LOVE diving off the high dive at that rec center pool when I was a kid, when there was one.

    Now, there are just the two lower diving boards. 

    Oliver and Liam had never seen me jump off the diving board at all. It had probably been at least 29 years since I jumped off one of those diving boards; if I had to guess it was probably the summer I was 15 because that would have been long enough for me to do it after my back surgery.

    So I got up there, and it was higher than I remembered. But, I jumped in. And holding my nose with my hands did nothing to keep the water out of my nose because I didn’t remember to blow out my nose as I jumped. 

    And, I had to keep my eyes completely closed, which was not my style back in the day. But I had my contacts in because again, I wasn’t going to get in the deep end at all today. 

    But jumping off that diving board…..it was like I was 10 years old again, in day camp at CPRCAD. It was fun.

    So, I went again. And, I decided, what’s the worst that can happen if I actually dive? I mean, really? I used to dive off the super high dive, and this wasn’t that. 

    I may be 44 years old, and my kids may never see me do fun physical stuff much. But today, they saw me dive off that diving board three separate times. 

    It was so fun. And it reminded me that I should do that kind of stuff more often. 

  • hi from denver!

    hi from denver!

    Hi from new site hosting! I spent the past four days, while I am holed up in a hotel room in Denver, re-building my WordPress site. I converted back to self-hosted WordPress from Showit. Showit is phenomenal and I would highly recommend it for anyone looking for a business site, but honestly it became out of my price range. It wasn’t ever really in my price range to begin with probably, but now I am trying to be more responsible in my expenses.

    I’ve decided to continue with Caroline Price Photography; I am open for bookings! With the decision to stay in business has come a new pricing structure. It is outlined on my “Photography” page, but weddings will be $600 for up to ten hours of coverage, and portrait sessions will be $99. This decision and pricing structure will allow me to continue to serve clients best.

    Some photos from Colorado! These were taken at Arapaho National Forest:

    Arapaho National Forest
    Arapaho National Forest
    Arapaho National Forest

    It has been a good break away from the boys and I am so grateful to both sets of their grandparents for taking good care of them for us.

    I haven’t taken a tremendous amount of photos, but it felt good to have my camera out in the mountains on Saturday.

    It’s also felt good to have some forced alone time to think. Think about life in general, think about the photography business, think about the future. And also time to just sit and not think, and just be.

    I’d forgotten how much I enjoy tinkering with a website. I couldn’t really do that in the same way with the Showit site since it was drag and drop. I was afraid when I started out the process on Friday night that maybe I’d forgotten, but I only had to look up how to do a couple of things. There’s even a dedicated subdomain just for the photography page of the site. Jared suggested the subdomain but I figured out how to do it and did it all by myself while he was at his conference, today.

    Now, the challenge will be to actually post content here. That will come. Occasionally, I am feeling like opening up, like I did with the “Making Peace with the Past” post. It took a lot to draft that post, and even more to leave it up.

    I’m not quite sure what has led me to be so guarded in recent years. Sure, there is a photography business to consider now, but I used to write with such abandon. I didn’t really care what people thought. Or maybe I did care, and I just wanted to say what I had to say anyway.

    Being guarded isn’t just an in-writing thing. I am guarded in person around most people who aren’t Jared. Jared is my safe person.

    I am working to change the being guarded thing. I want to let people in. It will just need to be a process. Baby steps.

    Love,
    Caroline

  • making peace with the past

    making peace with the past

    Jared and I went to see Les Mis at the Fox in Atlanta last Saturday. It was twenty years, eight months, and nineteen days after our first date weekend to see Les Mis at the Fox.

    It was an emotion-laden show for more than just that celebration with Jared.

    Because the reality is— I saw Les Mis at the Fox a week before I saw it with Jared, over twenty years ago now, with someone else. I’d seen Les Mis twice before with that someone else.

    And that night over twenty years ago, that first showing of Les Mis in 2003, I scarcely thought about it at the time— I scarcely thought about it for many, many years— but that night, the man I saw that show with asked me if we could talk about marriage.

    I told him no. It was out of character for me to tell him what I thought of him, and our relationship, but I pretty much did so in that moment. I’m sure he was surprised by my reaction. In hindsight, even years later now, I surprise myself looking back for the candid assessment I presented to him of my experience of our relationship at the time.

    It was the right decision, telling him no in that moment. I told him later in moments of confusion when I was unwell that it was the wrong decision, but I know it was the right decision.

    I knew before I met Jared in person that Jared was worth getting to know better, and that if he turned out to be at all anything like he was when we talked online and on the phone, that he was going to be a stellar boyfriend and maybe husband. And that has, indeed, proven to be more true than I could have ever known.

    I deeply loved that person I went to the show before Jared with. But, there had been a lot of missteps in that relationship— on my part too, but especially his— and there really was no recovering from all of that.

    I recounted in great, painful detail, in writing to him directly, exactly what some of those missteps meant to me later, years later.

    I needed someone who would wholly dedicate themselves to me and our family, placing us first above all else. Jared has done just that. Work has always come second, and Jared has always been clear to work about that fact.

    I think the person I went to that show with before Jared didn’t expect to love me in the ways he found himself loving me when he met me. The ways which led him to ask me about whether we could talk about marriage five years later.

    But as I discovered in other relationships as well, love is not enough to make a relationship last. It is certainly not enough to make a marriage work.

    And so, I saw the show with that man. And I promptly started daydreaming, probably before the show was over, about the idea of asking Jared down to see the show, because I already knew he liked Les Mis, too. And so I did ask him, and I bought the tickets to the show and Jared bought a plane ticket from Iowa to Atlanta.

    And, the month-long absences between Jared and myself while we were dating, between those date-visits, were near-excruciating.

    It’s no secret that I am on SSDI for bipolar disorder. Since I don’t work and don’t currently really volunteer anywhere, I have an awful lot of free solitary time on my hands.

    So, I spend a lot of time in the past in my brain….dissecting past relationships, processing emotions around past events, in general ruminating. Trying to come to peace within myself about the past.

    It’s time-consuming. And, emotion-consuming. And at times, it is exhausting. It’s more than navel gazing; it’s really soul work.

    Sometimes, I make progress with peace. And sometimes, I stir up more angst.

    Sometimes I dream about the person in question from my past. And in my dreams, he is always far more kind than I expect, and far more kind than he usually was in reality in the past. It catches me off-guard, even in my dreams, just about every time. Especially in light of the way I have lit into him in writing through the years since.

    We’ve reconnected in a somewhat limited capacity on social media, in a very superficial way that is safe enough feeling for both of us. I told him recently that I’d like to see him in person again someday. Jared knows this fact and is supportive.

    I’m not quite sure what is on the agenda for that meeting just yet. There isn’t any reason to re-hash the past— I have written to him in quite painful detail about all of the pain he caused me back in the day and of my assessment of some of the episodes of our relationship. I have not withheld any anger or minced any words at all in previous written communication, of which there have no doubt been volumes at this point.

    But, the anger has receded. I am not sure what is left, but it feels like there are things unsaid, things that don’t translate in writing.

    This is why I am grateful to have as strong a marriage as they come. Jared knows his spot in my heart and can tolerate me exploring making peace with my past.

    He can also tolerate me blogging about pretty much anything I want to blog about. Even when it is about past relationships.

    I am the luckiest girl in the world.