Chiropractors..

I know that at least a couple of you have been to chiropractors in the past. I was a little curious as to how often you visited them and for how long? I'm beginning to consider not going any longer. I've been to about a dozen visits in the last two months, and the original problem is mostly gone. I say mostly because the only problem I'm having now is muscle weakness in that shoulder, which is my own fault for not doing my exercises properly. Magnus had a dramatic improvement.. he's free of backpain for the first time in seventeen years or so, and that just after a couple of visits. He just moved to going every other week, but I'm still at once a week with absolutely no indication that it's ever going to reduce. Frankly, I'm getting bored with it, and I might have given it up completely if it hadn't been for Vicky. She's the massage therapist, and I do believe she's gradually helping my arms. (They're always very sore, have been for years.) He said in the beginning that I could go to every other week once I'd been painfree for a month, but every third week or so he does something incredibly painful and says something like, "This will hurt, you might want to ice the area when you get home." And furthermore, he's doing things that I don't really think are helping. He seems fixated on my back pain, for one thing.. which is interesting since I don't have back pain and the only time I've ever really had a problem with back pain was when he adjusted my back the first three visits. And suddenly, he's talking about my shoulder pain being related to my collarbone problem.. but that wasn't even mentioned for the first six visits..at that time he said it was all about my neck. So I'm beginning to think that the only way out of this once-a-week cycle is to either lie to him or just stop going. And the only problem Magnus has now is his sore neck, which he gets from having his neck adjusted. Ahem.

As I told him at our first or second visit, the idea makes sense to me. I don't see how we can operate properly if our bones are in the wrong places. But this is all starting to become more illogical than logical, and so I'm trying to decide if I want to keep going (paying $15 per visit) or just stop altogether. Not that I'm asking for medical advice.. just wondering how long the average person keeps at this.

I really hate subject lines, but if there's a box, I must write in it, so today's subject is: Nurgel

I'm such a sap. I still cry every single time I listen to the song "Painters", by Jewel. I mean, it's a sad song, but I've had this CD for at least six years. Must I still weep about it?

I fell asleep on the couch last night after Good Eats. (New show! Omelettes! Nifty infrared thermometer gun!) I feel gloriously well-rested today, and due to a depressingly slow and boring day at the store, my feet don't even hurt. That's nice. My feet have been a major source of discomfort lately. Almost has me thinking about a diet on the chance that losing a few pounds would help, but I have a bit of a moral issue with dieting for the sake of it. I started to go off on a tangent about that, but I think I'll save it for some other time when I'm more in the mood for it.

Oh! I don't think I mentioned that my cousin Brad (age sixteen) wrecked his truck last weekend. He's perfectly fine, thank goodness, but his truck has $4,000 worth of damages. I only hope that this was a wake-up call for him AND for his parents, as he's been allowed to drive places that I feel are totally inappropriate for someone who's had his license for only a couple of weeks. I was gradually given driving privileges as I proved worthy of them, and I was a heck of a lot more responsible than Brad is. No insult intended. I was also a year older than he is now. And female. I still am, actually. *giggle*

Magnus is making fun of my brain. Apparently, it's "weird" that I can't tell right from left and occasionally have trouble with basic math skills. I was just never good with sevens or eights! Nothing weird about that!

Oh, one more thing I've been meaning to mention. A decided novelty about my job is that Tom T. Hall's brother comes in once or twice a week and flirts with me. *laugh* (Flirt in the loosest meaning of the word, added for effect mostly. But he does call me honey and darlin' and similar.)