Last week was rough, physically.
The chiro called in for back-up (no pun intended) and he cracked my next into this next week. It left me in pain and crying. When the pain left I was afraid it would come back – kind of like a migraine hangover.
Tom went into her office and asked why she tried to kill me so I guess he was worried, too.
I had to bowl on Thurs. and Friday because we were making up for one of our two snow days. My joints didn’t appreciate the extra three games and I’m hoping that the ProOmega-D pills, that the chiro recommended, start doing their thing…whatever that is.
This week is going to be the mentally rough one.
Tomorrow, hopefully, we are finally selling my Mom’s car. Wednesday would have been my Mom’s birthday.
I’m hoping that my two reader’s will stick with me because I plan on cracking down on the gloom and sweeping it under the carpet.
That’s considered Spring cleaning, right?