July 25, 2008

Addicted to Crack

So I hit the chiropracter's office today in fine style... almost late but just in time. I worked the overnight last night so I had only slept from 8:30am until about 10:10am... which in case you're wondering isn't enough.

When I told a co-worker I was thinking of going to have my neck checked out, he told me I'd probably have a stroke.

I didn't heed his warning, given that the people who have strokes at the hands of a chiropracter are the same ones who have a stroke at the hands of a hairdresser - wrong movement at the wrong time, but bound to happen sooner or later.

I wasn't too worried.

Turns out that pain by my shoulder blades is a huge knot that he decided to dig into. That was fun. And then there was this thingy where he stretches out the muscle on the side of my neck. He asked if it was "recreating the pain". I'm not sure what it was recreating, but "pain" was at the forefront of my mind at the time, so I said "yup".

You'll say anything when someone is pulling on your jugular...

I think Blogger is about to go out, so I'm just going to post this without a witty wrap-up. Just punch yourself in the neck a few times and try to think of something funny, then we'll be able to relate.

1 comment:

Jamie Lovely said...

ahhh, that does not sound fun!