While Wes was busy basking in the afterglow of his daily brushing, I did something that was laughable…if it didn’t hurt so much.
I dried my hair and it caused so much pain in my upper back that I couldn’t breathe! Tom had to help me – I can’t really say “helped” because all I could do was stand – to put on my sneakers. Luckily, I was getting ready for the chiropractor so I winced my way thru the 20 minute drive and she tried to get me back to my usual, semi-normal state.
She thought I may have popped a rib (oh, seriously?!?) or it was from my nerve problems or Charlie (the name we gave my displaced vertebrae). She was very gentle and very serious when she said “I’m not kidding. This isn’t good.” I know she meant it because we’re never serious when she’s working on me. We sing to the muzak, laugh and joke.
All taped up with Happy Cow tape, I have to ice my neck – and just so you know, you can ice your neck with frozen, sliced peaches.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and all I could think was
“I can’t knit”.