[the followng has been adjusted at Curt’s request, 1.19.06]
Sweep it up!
Friendly neighbors go where the AIR is CLEAN!
And, this is his impression of my lizard face. Nice.
I went to the doctor Monday…the chiropractor. This blog will be a place where the pro-chiropractors and the anti-chiropractors can co-exist peacefully, understand people? I will have no debates here. I love my chiropractor in the way one loves someone who is able to fix an ailment in just a few quick, carefully calculated movements of the spine. You shall not insult my doctor here. Take your nonsense elsewhere.
I never have probelms with my lower back- it’s always my right shoulder and the neck. Monday, however, Doc noticed my feet were uneven…adjusted me…but still wasn’t satisfied. “Something’s not quite right. Do you hurt?” “No,” I replied honestly. “Well, let me know next time if there’s anything out of the ordinary.” I agree…silently wondering if he really truly wants to know about anything in my life that’s out of the ordinary…like the fact that Abe rode from 68th Street to Cherry Street with his head hanging out the window in the pouring rain yesterday or that I’ve kept track of my work keys for 10.5 hours in a row. He’s prolly talking about my back.
I go home to a pile of laundry to be folded. Sheets, in particular, which tend to swallow me. I’d love to see someone else fold sheets. I can’t seem to do it without actually getting inside the sheet, which I assume is unnecessary in the real world. As I am in the on-the-floor mode with the sheet, folding it to fit in the closet, I notice that my left leg feels incredibly tight. Perhaps, I think, it is because I am sitting on my knees and I am now officially too old for this posture. I ignore it. I approach the 84th fold, close to the end, and the left leg pain returns increasing sharper…pinching almost. I am begin to think my chiropractor is more than average genious and possibly prophetic. There is something wrong with my leg!
I stand…sheet in hand…and the pinching disappears. I reach down and feel my Levis behind the left knee. It’s unbelievably soft. It’s…padded, almost. It’s…not quite right. It’s definitely…out of the ordinary. I feel the Levis again for confirmation, this time being a bit more investigative…prodding. Hmmm.
Suddenly, everything clicks in my brain. It all starts to make sense. My face turns NC State red as I shake and shake the left leg violently until a purple sock from the day before falls lifelessly to the floor.
He was right. One of these legs was not like the other.
And I’ll never tell him why.
And you won’t either, if you know what’s good for you.