Ok, so the title is somewhat misleading, but that is exactly how I felt last night. Why, you may ask, because I took my first ever (and definitely not the last) trip to the chiropractor. HOLY COW! I think I'm addicted. I've moved on from Craigslist, and now I'm officially addicted to the chiropractor. It doesn't hurt to mention that he's pretty darn cute as well.
Back to the subject at hand.....I couldn't help myself Sunday night, but I had to dive into the ever looming task that is like a huge elephant in my living room.... (da da da daaaaa) Spring Cleaning. Yes, it's not spring, but I needed to start. I couldn't think of anything else but doing it. Well, my spring cleaning is another term for cleaning out my closets and storage because I clean my house all the time. Oh and yes all the junk drawers are cleaned out as well. I couldn't refrain from spring cleaning, so I took that task Sunday night and began. I was loving it. Can you believe that I cleaned out my 2 closets in my bedroom, and I wound up with 6 large trash bags to give to my dad! He takes them to school for foster kids. That doesn't count the bags of trash that I ended up with. Amazing!!! Although, my husband kindly pointed out that if I were going to start my spring cleaning that I needed to be aware that we weren't in a financial position at the moment to replace all the clothes I was going to get rid of. Yeah, I knew this. I'll just get a little at a time...... :)
So after hours of up and down, hauling bags to the trash, hauling bags to my car...I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night with my hip hurting. It wasn't life threatening, don't worry. I will live. It just hurt enough for me to wonder if I was ever going to be able to go back to sleep. The next morning my hip was still hurting, but when I lifted my right leg, it hurt my lower back. Funny how the back works, isn't it?
Well.....long story short...I went to the cute chiropractor. I hate going to the doctor, but I've been going a lot more lately because I've got the insurance. I figure I may as well since I'm paying for it. So a million "POPS" later, I feel free......my arms I swear are 2 inches longer. My shoulder blades are farther apart than they have ever been, and I guarantee you I was taller. I felt like Gumby. He was just moving me around in every which way. I literally felt free. That's all I could talk about last night. My poor sister had to hear that over and over and over.
So....I am extremely sore today, but I am an official advocate for chiropractors. The school that they go to must be overwhelming. I don't know how they do it without breaking bones.
Later dudes!!!!
3 comments:
I am way, way too scared to ever go to a chiropractor. Just the sound of bones cracking....UGGGH!
Oooo, I would LOVE to go to a chiropractor. Though Steve won't let me. He says they aren't properly trained. Sounds wonderful though.
I went once with my headache problems, and I could never bring myself to go back. The popping scares me. Plus I had to do an undercover story once about chiropractors. Working at TV station will make you paranoid about most anything. I do go to physical therapy. I believe it achieves the same thing without the popping.
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