Epcot Flower & Garden photos

I’ve got a few pictures of the Flower and Garden Show at Epcot to share.  You’ve probably seen pictures of their beautiful topiaries…

but the abundance of blooms fills the park…

I am really inspired by this garden in particular…

It sorta bums me that I didn’t stay down south longer, but spring is capricious Everywhere, and besides, I missed my Eville grandies.  We got together on Friday and played Easter Egg hunt in the house, filling our plastic eggs with chocolate kisses.

My ass-pain is back…   Last time, I blamed my hip, remember?  Well, a hip x-ray showed only minimal arthritis.  I had slipped on ice back in 2014, landing on my gluteus maximus, which was actually pretty maxim-ous at the time. A couple of weeks later, I traveled to NYC and was in Severe Pain… Ever since then, the piriformis, a muscle deep under the glutes, has tended to spasm whimsically.  Last November I knew there was some piriformis involvement, but missed that it was the catalyst.  Sunday we were walking in the woods, uphill and down, and it is irritated again.  This time, I’m right on it with ice and NSAID’s, and an appt. with the doctor on Wednesday if things don’t clear up.

With the weather so shitty, I guess it’s as good a time as any to be laying around…

Peace

 

Update/Upgrade

Recap of backstory:   While in NYC visiting my daughter, I suffered excruciating butt pain and saw a doctor who gave me an injection of  lidocaine so I was able to survive the flight  home.

I didn’t mention it before,  but he also gave me a diagnosis of  Episacral  Fatpad  Impingement Syndrome.  Huh??  When he first said “fat” my brain clanged shut…say what did he just call me???   Even after sort of agreeing that the symptoms matched somewhat, I was still pissed at having the word, the f!  word!, used to describe any condition attached to my Self…

Today I saw my nurse practitioner.  She upgraded me to a sexier  diagnosis of Piriformis Syndrome.  Ah, yes, the good-old piriformis muscle, buried beneath my gluteals…who would suspect such a shy muscle of having such a mean streak?

PIRIFORMIS

No, it wasn’t caused by too much twerking…

 

I’ve got some stretching to do, 6 days of steroids,  and enough narco to get me back to normal (whatever that is).  So that’s that!

Thanks for your concern!  You are the nicest readers a writer could have!