1:58 pm
Thursday
Sep 21
The good, the bad and the crackly
filed under: health issues
The good:
The Bad:
The Crackly:
I’ve had a bad neck/shoulder/back issue for years. Like, now that I’ve been thinking about it, fifteen years. Oops! I had a friend back at Birmingham-Southern that I would pay to massage my back. Then my best friend and roommate in Santa Fe got the honors since she went to a hippie school for a while and knew how to massage really well. She kept saying, “You really need to get an adjustment,” and I had no idea what that meant.
Cody is not a very good massager because he’s afraid he’ll hurt me. Believe me, it would take A LOT to hurt my neck and shoulders. I am one seriously tough woman in that particular area thanks to softball in my early years and stretches and stuff trying to fix my issues in the more recent ones.
So for years now I’ve been dealing with pain on the left side of my neck down into my shoulder and to this one weird spot in my shoulder blade. It comes and goes. But for the last year or so it’s gotten increasingly worse. Sitting at the computer for hours then going and sitting on the sofa to knit with really bad posture doesn’t help. And I’m almost positive I sleep “wrong” too although we bought a great bed about a year ago.
Monday we didn’t get to the fair which was disappointing. But I finally did give it up and go to a chiropractor. I’d just had it with the neck pain. We just went to a local chain that I remembered had a “Walk ins Welcome” sign. I was terrified. All those rumors about people being paralyzed and stuff. And this guy did take my head and crack the living shit out of my neck. Three times. Then did these little electronic stimulator things on my neck and upper back. It was scary but it felt a lot better! Not perfect but better.
When he asked me if I’d had a car wreck or something fifteen years ago I couldn’t really think of what had happened to cause this neck pain. I usually assumed it was a combination of bad posture and an injury from chiseling stone in sculpture classes. But Monday night I remembered what happened when I was nineteen: I was in the mosh pit at a Vomit Spots concert and someone jumped off the stage directly onto my head. I went straight down. Will was there and he probably even remembers. I got right back up but my neck was so stiff for days afterwards. And so it has been ever since on and off.
It’s a mosh pit injury! How totally punk rock!
I went back this morning and it’s a bit better. The chiropractor did the same stuff again and said we’ll be doing the same thing for a month or something then we’ll see how I’m feeling. But I’m not supposed to be sitting at the computer very much with all this going on so I’ll only be checking in every once in a while.
So that’s it..the good, the bad, and the crackly.


mmm. Chiropractor. When I was doing PT for my chest pain, my second favorite part was the e-stim. My favorite part was the ultrasound. It feels weird, but it always felt so good after. Unfortunately, it didn’t help with the chest pain. I’ve heard of chiropractors who don’t do the hard core - snap, crackle, pop - type of adjustments, but I don’t remember what they call it.
ooooh, that is so awesome that you get free clothes to review!! Now, could someone pls create a rockin’ cool petite lineup?!! As IF most American women are 5′8″ & up!
I also think you should email your critique directly to those designers.
Oh, man, I loved that dish at Flying Star last year! Yumsters!
How cool about the clothing stuff!!! Rock on!
That is so exciting!! But could you please tell those people to make not-cheap-looking some clothes that a grown-ass woman could wear to WORK! I’m all for the sleeves that ate Miami and the skirt of total floatiness in private life, but you can’t walk into an office in that shit. Plus-size women in the workplace have enough prejudice going against them that they don’t need to look like Everyone’s Kooky Neighbor every day. Do not hand me a damn duster and act like it’s as good as a blazer. Nobody took Maude seriously as a professional. I know it sounds crabby but it’s TRUE. Where is the Ann Taylor Loft for a grown-ass woman? WHERE? Professional plus-size chicks have heaping piles of disposable income and would spend like crazy not to look like they’re in their Goddess Years! (rant concluded.)
LOL I guess you all know now where I learned my ranting skills.
Ann Taylor Loft for the grown-ass woman! Where ARE you? That’s pretty cool about the clothes-reviewing deal!
Hallelujah, Your Sister.
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