I miss her so much sometimes it's hard to breathe.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
more things! less time!
Hi. Sorry. I know I was supposed to update after seeing the chiropractor. I sort of led you on, there.
Sorry about that.
Um, okay, so. There was a whole fiasco involving all sorts of things and a parade and at one point dancing midgets juggling fire, and my chiropractor ended up being a dude.
I decided to go with it, but I was really unhappy about it.
Until I started feeling better.
Now I kind of feel like I should bake cookies for the whole office. The chiropractor's office, I mean. I was really bitchy on that first visit. Cranky and in pain and just walking around in a big cloud of skeptical suspicious glowering. Everyone there was sweet and kind and did not snap back at me. It's like they're used to dealing with people in pain or something. And really, they deserve cookies for that.
But I'll wait. I think I'm getting better, but I've only had one adjustment so far. I'm going in today for another adjustment, then one on Friday, and three times next week.
As far as I know, I'm still on target to run the half marathon. If all goes well and everything heals up.
I'm not to run for another 5 days, at least, according to the chiropractor. He said a week, that was Monday, so I'm hoping to pick it back up next Monday. That's right, right?
Meantime, I'm going to the gym with my sister and it's AWESOME.
There's this show? Called 16 & Pregnant? On MTV? It's like cupcakes for my brain.
And y'all know how I like cupcakes.
Oh, and the worky-outy part is great too. But oh my god this SHOW!
I didn't want to get off the elliptical, ever. As long as this show is on, I'm stuck. Glued. Fixated. Like a toddler watching the Teletubbies. It's all I can do to keep from going all slack-jawed and bug-eyed.
I love tv. That's why I don't have cable. I'd rot and die in my apartment, staring at the parade of human garbage until I became compost.
But at the gym, for $40 a month, I can go do things that aren't so rotty-and-die-y. Like, you know, work out.
I think $40 per month is cheaper than cable.
I think joining a gym is fiscally responsible.
As soon as the chiropractor stops taking all of my money.
Also, I miss running. But I feel like I've got enough going on right now to adequately distract me.
Oh, and the gym? Girls only! How neat is that?
On another note, the orchid my ex boyfriend sent me because he's a very sweet man and it was the anniversary of my mom's death and sending me something alive and beautiful was a very kind gesture? Remember that orchid? It won't fucking die. It's sent out a new spike, in an apparent attempt to rebloom or something. Every time I look at it, it reminds me that I failed to keep a decent relationship going AGAIN, but I can damn sure keep a plant alive.
Every day I think about pouring vinegar on it.
Let's just all breathe a collective sigh of relief that my ex and I didn't have any children.
Whew!
Sorry about that.
Um, okay, so. There was a whole fiasco involving all sorts of things and a parade and at one point dancing midgets juggling fire, and my chiropractor ended up being a dude.
I decided to go with it, but I was really unhappy about it.
Until I started feeling better.
Now I kind of feel like I should bake cookies for the whole office. The chiropractor's office, I mean. I was really bitchy on that first visit. Cranky and in pain and just walking around in a big cloud of skeptical suspicious glowering. Everyone there was sweet and kind and did not snap back at me. It's like they're used to dealing with people in pain or something. And really, they deserve cookies for that.
But I'll wait. I think I'm getting better, but I've only had one adjustment so far. I'm going in today for another adjustment, then one on Friday, and three times next week.
As far as I know, I'm still on target to run the half marathon. If all goes well and everything heals up.
I'm not to run for another 5 days, at least, according to the chiropractor. He said a week, that was Monday, so I'm hoping to pick it back up next Monday. That's right, right?
Meantime, I'm going to the gym with my sister and it's AWESOME.
There's this show? Called 16 & Pregnant? On MTV? It's like cupcakes for my brain.
And y'all know how I like cupcakes.
Oh, and the worky-outy part is great too. But oh my god this SHOW!
I didn't want to get off the elliptical, ever. As long as this show is on, I'm stuck. Glued. Fixated. Like a toddler watching the Teletubbies. It's all I can do to keep from going all slack-jawed and bug-eyed.
I love tv. That's why I don't have cable. I'd rot and die in my apartment, staring at the parade of human garbage until I became compost.
But at the gym, for $40 a month, I can go do things that aren't so rotty-and-die-y. Like, you know, work out.
I think $40 per month is cheaper than cable.
I think joining a gym is fiscally responsible.
As soon as the chiropractor stops taking all of my money.
Also, I miss running. But I feel like I've got enough going on right now to adequately distract me.
Oh, and the gym? Girls only! How neat is that?
On another note, the orchid my ex boyfriend sent me because he's a very sweet man and it was the anniversary of my mom's death and sending me something alive and beautiful was a very kind gesture? Remember that orchid? It won't fucking die. It's sent out a new spike, in an apparent attempt to rebloom or something. Every time I look at it, it reminds me that I failed to keep a decent relationship going AGAIN, but I can damn sure keep a plant alive.
Every day I think about pouring vinegar on it.
Let's just all breathe a collective sigh of relief that my ex and I didn't have any children.
Whew!
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