Trev is working hard, and it shows. It's all ebb and flow with weather, wood (availability) and willpower. It's starting to look like a house. By Christmas we should be on the roof (not quite dancing). I've appealed to Trev to write his version of events in this post, but according to him there's not much to say. Which doesn't match the number of conversations between the two of us regarding various decisions. I want straight crisp lines and he thinks that's very 'Romanic' of me, considering he's more 'Celtic' in design, with lots of wavy lines and bits of bark hanging off. "if you wanted a house with straight lines then why decide on strawbale!', it is a seriously good question. I am determined to have as many straight lines in our house as possible, none of this wavy 'hippie' stuff.
(Now I think I should be able to entice a response out of Trevor).
But I don't entice a response out of Trev...
I wrote this on the 16th of November and have let it lapse as we've had a few steps 'back' with Trev not being able to step forward when he ruptured a disk in his back a week or so ago. He ended up in the 'back' of an ambulance. It was quite frightening as we didn't know what was causing the pain. Trev describes it as the worst night of his life. The only position he was able to lie in was on his stomach arching back with his arms stiff in front of him. Not a good position to be in for 10 hours straight. He didn't think it was possible to be in so much pain and not be dying. The end result was having a CT scan and finding the ruptured disk, and being diagnosed with lumber stenois. This is the reason behind the chronic back pain he's experienced for years but we've not had a name for. The bone canals in which his spinal cord travels have degenerated and are pinching on nerves. He has an appointment with a neurosurgeon coming up.
I know men are difficult patients, Trev probably none more than any other. But guilt, shame and feeling like a 'wuss', meant he didn't really rest up as much as he should of, and is out there now with the whipper snipper. Not to say I haven't been trying to make it easier on him, but he baulked at his 'invalid' status after a week and is pushing himself, but so far has agreed that house building is out of the question.
We're wondering what the long term picture is. Lifting and twisting are the two worst possible movements , both of which are impossible to avoid. We can't afford to have a builder do it, and Trev can't sit down longer than five minutes, so a desk job is out of the question. We're going through a low spot. Lots of questions, not a lot of answers.
We'll get there.