Lately I've been lolly-gagging around (really-I have very good excuses-but I am not going to bore you here), and I NEED to pay a visit to chiro-guy. After all that house cleaning I did this weekend (before the party-after the party-the day after the party)-my back has a kink in it. I can feel a "fit" coming on.... So in my desperation for immediate relief, I begged Mr B to pull/push on my leg and hip... Yeah-okay-I know... BAD IDEA. So I'm lying on my bed (Greta Garbo style) and Mr B has my leg up under his arm and he takes a running-go-heave-ho and I let out a "YOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" that put every house cat to the county line's teeth on edge. Thank god the windows were down and the kids were outside playing in the street. There is no explaining how this must have sounded (let alone looked). So my days of letting Mr B "play doctor" are over. I ended up taking 4 Ibuprofen anyway (not sure if it was for the before or after pain). But I am headed back into the office so chiro-guy can save the day. And I will not complain about any contraption he recommends. I will gladly strap in.
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