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Paradoxes
It was cool last night but muggy so I slept with the window AC. And it was cool today so I walked to massage and was sodden wet by the time I arrived. I know I sweat a lot- accounts for my almost unblemished complexion- but really this is ridiculous.
Then I subwayed one stop back because my back hurt. After massage. And walked the next stop over to chiro because I'd double-booked both for the same day. Checked the confirmation email that said Sept 13, checked it it three times actually, and each time read it as 15.
Asked chiro if he did adjustments, which he does, and mentioned my tingling fingers, and he poked around at my neck (an antsy proceeding) and yikes but I am tense all down one side. He suggested acupuncture for that which was a relief- am not a fan of the 'grab head and twist' school of adjustment- and gave me stretches to do and much good advice about keeping my head centred and sitting up straight, which is already a lost cause. I can *try* but the habit of decades will not be undone overnight.
Then went to LCBO and bought coolers, came home and sat on the couch and ordered in Vietnamese from down the street because my back still hurt even after acupuncture. The nordic walking poles I optimistically ordered last week arrived, and are still in their box because I can't begin to think of walking without the rollator.
It's getting dark at 7 these days and ambition vanishes with the light. Seems natural to go upstairs and change into night gear at 8, instead of using my bike machine. And lie on the side room bed and read Mrs. Bradleys because what else is there to do?
Then I subwayed one stop back because my back hurt. After massage. And walked the next stop over to chiro because I'd double-booked both for the same day. Checked the confirmation email that said Sept 13, checked it it three times actually, and each time read it as 15.
Asked chiro if he did adjustments, which he does, and mentioned my tingling fingers, and he poked around at my neck (an antsy proceeding) and yikes but I am tense all down one side. He suggested acupuncture for that which was a relief- am not a fan of the 'grab head and twist' school of adjustment- and gave me stretches to do and much good advice about keeping my head centred and sitting up straight, which is already a lost cause. I can *try* but the habit of decades will not be undone overnight.
Then went to LCBO and bought coolers, came home and sat on the couch and ordered in Vietnamese from down the street because my back still hurt even after acupuncture. The nordic walking poles I optimistically ordered last week arrived, and are still in their box because I can't begin to think of walking without the rollator.
It's getting dark at 7 these days and ambition vanishes with the light. Seems natural to go upstairs and change into night gear at 8, instead of using my bike machine. And lie on the side room bed and read Mrs. Bradleys because what else is there to do?