Hoommmm...(as Treebeard would say)
Jul. 17th, 2003 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI just noticed that our warehouse manager's right arm is significantly longer than his left. Why I caught it and why it bothers me, I have no inkling.
The seminar/consult was a success. I like the doctor. I like their methods and ethics. A general good feeling descended upon me, unlike when I attended the seminar/consult of the doc in Greenville. This may be my ticket to freedom! Right after I left the seminar, I called Dianne (the doc's assistant) and asked her to call me back and let me know when I could meet with her to get the ball rolling. She called me back this morning with an 8/29 appointment at 1 PM. Woot!
I got home late last night so Llew didn't come over. In fact, when I called him, he was already in bed. Maybe we can get together this afternoon. One can hope.
Barry sent me a spoodge of journal entries earlier in the week. He's wanting me to change the header and the order of entries, so it's gonna take some work. I'm hoping I can get it all worked out and finished by tomorrow afternoon. By then, he'll have more for me, and it won't be too much of a problem to upload them all.
I have more back pain. It's not the sciatica that plagues me 24/7; rather it's right in the middle of my back, a circle of soreness about as big around as a baseball that gradually gets worse as the day goes on. I've never been to a chiropractor before, but I'm think I might see if one of them can crack my bones and make me feel a little better. Then the words of Eddie Izzard, whom god preserve, begin to ring in my demented thoughts:
"So I had to go see a chiropractor, in New York. And um, they’re different to osteopaths, chiropractors, because of the spelling. And, uh… Of course, they’re both very powerful figures on the Scrabble board, though… “Chiropractor…chiropractor…chiropractor…93 letters, chiropractor.”
And – and they, uh, they crack your bones – that’s what they do – they crack your bones! And they take x-rays – what – at this point – this – because – this – whatever is wrong with you – “You’ve got a bad back, I’m gonna crack your bones. You’ve got diphtheria – I’m gonna crack your bones. Your head’s come off! I’m gonna crack your bones. It looks like your mother! I’m going to crack your – “ you know…
And then when they crack your bones it goes uuuughhhh and then ahhhhhhh but not sort of ahhhhhhhhh but sort – ahhhhhhhhh! All the way up your spine, “Crack your bones, crack your bones, crack your bones.” And they sort of arrange you into a – a nice, comfortable – ahhhhcharrghh!…ahhhhpoughhh! And sometimes it doesn’t crack! Sometimes it just goes, “____”. Then they pull a mallet from their belt and they – “Try to make the noise! Make the noise! I live for the noise…” And they do your head as well, around here, and they get it into a nice posit – and you’re thinking, “Wh – wh – where – wh – where – the – wh – the – uh, no I don’t think it’s supposed to go around that – !…”
In the end you just trust them, you trust them. They could have your fingers – their fingers in your nostrils, one foot on the back of your underpants, and they’re pushing your spine away with a broom. “Well, what’s this one about?” “I have no idea.” Dodoodododododoododooo! “Wherever he falls, there shall he be buried.”
So, yeah, I'm a little wary...
The seminar/consult was a success. I like the doctor. I like their methods and ethics. A general good feeling descended upon me, unlike when I attended the seminar/consult of the doc in Greenville. This may be my ticket to freedom! Right after I left the seminar, I called Dianne (the doc's assistant) and asked her to call me back and let me know when I could meet with her to get the ball rolling. She called me back this morning with an 8/29 appointment at 1 PM. Woot!
I got home late last night so Llew didn't come over. In fact, when I called him, he was already in bed. Maybe we can get together this afternoon. One can hope.
Barry sent me a spoodge of journal entries earlier in the week. He's wanting me to change the header and the order of entries, so it's gonna take some work. I'm hoping I can get it all worked out and finished by tomorrow afternoon. By then, he'll have more for me, and it won't be too much of a problem to upload them all.
I have more back pain. It's not the sciatica that plagues me 24/7; rather it's right in the middle of my back, a circle of soreness about as big around as a baseball that gradually gets worse as the day goes on. I've never been to a chiropractor before, but I'm think I might see if one of them can crack my bones and make me feel a little better. Then the words of Eddie Izzard, whom god preserve, begin to ring in my demented thoughts:
"So I had to go see a chiropractor, in New York. And um, they’re different to osteopaths, chiropractors, because of the spelling. And, uh… Of course, they’re both very powerful figures on the Scrabble board, though… “Chiropractor…chiropractor…chiropractor…93 letters, chiropractor.”
And – and they, uh, they crack your bones – that’s what they do – they crack your bones! And they take x-rays – what – at this point – this – because – this – whatever is wrong with you – “You’ve got a bad back, I’m gonna crack your bones. You’ve got diphtheria – I’m gonna crack your bones. Your head’s come off! I’m gonna crack your bones. It looks like your mother! I’m going to crack your – “ you know…
And then when they crack your bones it goes uuuughhhh and then ahhhhhhh but not sort of ahhhhhhhhh but sort – ahhhhhhhhh! All the way up your spine, “Crack your bones, crack your bones, crack your bones.” And they sort of arrange you into a – a nice, comfortable – ahhhhcharrghh!…ahhhhpoughhh! And sometimes it doesn’t crack! Sometimes it just goes, “____”. Then they pull a mallet from their belt and they – “Try to make the noise! Make the noise! I live for the noise…” And they do your head as well, around here, and they get it into a nice posit – and you’re thinking, “Wh – wh – where – wh – where – the – wh – the – uh, no I don’t think it’s supposed to go around that – !…”
In the end you just trust them, you trust them. They could have your fingers – their fingers in your nostrils, one foot on the back of your underpants, and they’re pushing your spine away with a broom. “Well, what’s this one about?” “I have no idea.” Dodoodododododoododooo! “Wherever he falls, there shall he be buried.”
So, yeah, I'm a little wary...
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Date: 2003-07-17 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-17 08:47 am (UTC)Backache *grimace*. Feel better soon.
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Date: 2003-07-17 04:03 pm (UTC)So glad you're happy with the doctor. Fingers crossed.