Something has gone wrong in my back. I’ve heard of people saying they can’t bend over but it’s never happened to me before. Technically I can bend over, it’s just so tight and painful that I don’t want to.
My chiropractor did what he could but he sent me (as in highly recommended that I go) to get a massage. My normal guy, Gregory, was booked so I asked for Antoine. I’d heard he was even more aggressive with deep tissue massages—and I needed aggressive.
I had a list of muscle groups to ask him to work on from the chiropractor and work on them he did. I wasn’t sure if I could make it through some of the work he was doing but I had resolved not to ask him to back off. It was a very painful hour, but it helped.
Antoine told me some things I could to exercise-wise to help and I plan on doing them—as soon as I can bend over again. Tomorrow hopefully this muscle spasm/inflammation spike will be better. For now I’m going to just let that piece of trash or toy on the floor lie until I’m better able to get to it.
The Big Boy Update: My son is going to be rich apparently. He told me, “I know a way to get a lot of money. You take a dollar and put it on a string. Then you light the string and then it explodes and dollars bills come out everywhere.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter got warned three times again tonight and lost the relative privilege of doing her homework. She was doing the it’s not fair bit because she wanted to do homework with my husband and not me because she had me last night. She was still screaming in her bed when I came downstairs to write this about how she wanted to do her homework. Telling her we could do it in the morning did not help, she said she’d forget. I assured her I would remember for her but she doesn’t think I’m trustworthy.
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