So the coffee (see previous post) didn't really make too much of a difference this morning, except I was feeling like I had accomplished something first thing in the morning because I had actually programed the delay on the pot the night before. I was however awake enough to make it to the YMCA for a brief workout while Connor played with the kiddies in the Y daycare. I joined the Y because I thought that it would be nice to be able to drop him off and have a nice relaxing workout - child free. But because he's in the Y daycare, and I don't know what's happening with him, I'm instead in a constant state of anxiety while I work out, waiting for them to come in at any minute and throw us out because he hasn't stopped crying. Although today he did pretty ok. He cried a little bit in the beginning but calmed down (the staffer said) after about 15 minutes and started playing.
I also managed to work a chiropractor visit in, since my neck and shoulders are all wacked out again. This is a new chiro that Jorma has been going to and he really likes him. So of course today when I went in, expecting this great healing experience, instead I get to wait for an hour and 45 minutes before I was adjusted. The Dr. came in the first time after 45 minutes, (I had already been up to the reception desk once), talked to me, I did the heat therapy and then I got to wait another 45 minutes, when I went back up to the counter and told them that this was ridiculous and I was leaving, (not a nice discussion). They convinced me to stay, (they thought) when really it was the excruciating pain in my neck that convinced me, as an adjustment or two usually resolves the problem.
So of course not being able to leave well enough alone, I say something to the Dr. when I (FINALLY) get to see him. Granted I said, an hour and 45 minutes is a long time to wait for an adjustment, my friend, but I thought that was pretty nice considering I haven't signed up for any of the anger management classes I should be taking... And the Dr., like... totally came unglued.
I guess he was stressed or something, but he started lecturing me about how I needed to understand that he had been on vacation and he needed a vacation and deserved a vacation and he was behind with his patients because his patients wouldn't see anyone else and no shit... on and on with this. I was tempted to throw in, "Yeah and your spray on tan isn't winning me over either buddy" since he has this crazy obvious spray-on tan look going. I mean, how horrible must you look pale, to go and pay someone to dye your skin completely orange. Dunno. Maybe he's just been eating a lot of carrots or something.
So, he did pop my neck, but he didn't fix it instantly like my beloved Chiro in Kannapolis, Dr. Cook does. But he wants me to go back on Thursday. I haven't decided if I will or not. On one hand, he's like, right around the corner. But on the other hand, dude, he's wound pretty tight. I don't want to be there when he starts going postal with the... um.... x-ray machine, I guess. I suppose it comes down to whether or not my neck feels any better and really... it feels much worse. But sometimes, things have to get worse before they can get better so I'll have to give it a day and see. But the whole situation proves what I already knew, I do not wait well. And I also learned today that spray-tan does DOES NOT look natural. Don't do it people! And I also learned that I have more separation anxiety than my child. And finally I learned, sometimes just making a cup of coffee is an accomplishment.
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