When the cure is worse than the disease
Things certainly don't work out the way I expect sometimes. I think I'm going along fine, and bam. Things slip and slide in unexpected ways. Not surprising, since I live on an unstable edge in the most literal sense.
Chiropractic today undid that sore hip. "Your pelvis is all torqued up," she said. Then, as I tried to get up, the right side seized up in response. Apparently it had been compensating ever since I played in that river.
Tomorrow is a freebie revisit. Maybe it will let go soon.
And I can't run or do situps for a while, too.
Good thing I have a million papers to grade, I guess.
Labels: running
posted by Stefaneener @ 5:38 PM
1 Comments:
:-(
Poor you.
All I can think of to add is "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Although it's in keeping with the theme, it's not with the situation...
Thanks for having my boy, today. He reiterated at dinner what we all already know. Thing 4 is very very very cute.
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