So this pain in my back is becoming a real pain in my ass. I am learning to live with it, although I'd rather not. I have seen "Dr." Nick a few times. Mind you by Doctor, I mean Chiropractor. It seems we are pretty quick to dispense the term physician these days. I know some people swear by Chiropractic treatment but I remain skeptical. I categorize Chiro's as I do Mormons & people who sell Amway, nice enough people, just...mislead.
Dr. Nick ordered an MRI & X-rays before he'd treat me. During the evaluation he came up with a laundry list of things wrong with my back & neck. I just noticed how thin I looked in the X-ray, fabulous. He claims that I have 2 slipped disks. Not sure whether I believe him or whether he just wants to keep seeing me & my insurance card. He did ask me out while adjusting me, which was uncomfortable not to mention scary. I remember thinking "he's holding my head in his hands, maybe he'll just break my neck if I say no." Instead of saying no, I opted for the awkward transition.
I had an appointment with the physical therapist at the same facility. But I thought she was a pretty sizable bitch so at this point I am holding out for a miracle & better pills.
Monday, December 28, 2009
A Merry Little Christmas
Yay--Christmas is over, onto dreading New Year's Eve!
I had a positively lovely holiday. I returned home from an amazing Sydney trip Christmas Eve morning. Jana took me to our favorite restaurant in Santa Monica for a special meal that night. Following our feast I invited some new Aussie friends to join us for cocktails. I sat at the table thinking this is what Christmas is all about, boozing with strangers. Ok, maybe not-but this year it worked! While others were tearing open gifts the morning of the 25th I was sleeping. I didn't even stir until 2pm, an 18 hr time change & 14 hr flight will do that to you. When Jana got home from work we celebrated the birth of Christ with pepperoni pizza & a movie date. Glorious!
So Santa didn't bring me anything on my list, but he did deliver a hot Aussie to makeout with- which I didn't even think to ask for. So Mr. Claus, props.
I had a positively lovely holiday. I returned home from an amazing Sydney trip Christmas Eve morning. Jana took me to our favorite restaurant in Santa Monica for a special meal that night. Following our feast I invited some new Aussie friends to join us for cocktails. I sat at the table thinking this is what Christmas is all about, boozing with strangers. Ok, maybe not-but this year it worked! While others were tearing open gifts the morning of the 25th I was sleeping. I didn't even stir until 2pm, an 18 hr time change & 14 hr flight will do that to you. When Jana got home from work we celebrated the birth of Christ with pepperoni pizza & a movie date. Glorious!
So Santa didn't bring me anything on my list, but he did deliver a hot Aussie to makeout with- which I didn't even think to ask for. So Mr. Claus, props.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Huge, Quickly
It is my sincere wish that everyone stop talking about Tiger Woods & start focusing on more important things, like the Jersey Shore on MTV. Now these are people worth discussing. Their behavior may be questionable, but it is honest. They aren't hiding their "transgressions", just the opposite in fact. Proudly they are pounding their protein, poofing their hair, & fist pumpin' like champs. If you haven't done so yet, tune in immediately. You gotta do this for me. Huge. Quickly. Alright. Bye.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Big Cheese
The holidays are officially in full swing. Of course in LA there is no snow or cold to indicate the arrival of the season, but I teared up at a Folgers Christmas commercial & it hit me like a ton of bricks. For a single person, well for this single person it is an awful time of year. For some reason I feel 10 times more alone. I blame the music primarily. All the songs are something like "all i want for Christmas is you, please come home or I'll get run over by a reindeer." Why doesn't Kelly Clarkson release a holiday album? Something like "Independent Christmas." Until that drops, I think I will stick to the Chipmunks singing about planes that loop the loop & hula hoops.
Noel & I enjoyed a lovely dinner at the Olive Garden this evening. Some might consider me a high maintenance patron but our waiter Mike understood me. He broke policy by leaving the cheese grater on the table, it's like he could see my Romano hungry soul. Personally I think his arm was tired & he had other tables to tend to, but still the grater was mine for the meal. At the end of dinner, Mike wrapped up the grater in a bread bag with a wink. Delighted I slipped it in my purse. I really have earned it after all these years I think. In fact it is a mystery as to why I don't have a plaque on the wall, & a personal parking space.
Ambien is kicking in, when that happens I am like Frank the Tank from Old School when he gets the tranquilizer dart in his neck. Not cute--night lambs. Big love.
Noel & I enjoyed a lovely dinner at the Olive Garden this evening. Some might consider me a high maintenance patron but our waiter Mike understood me. He broke policy by leaving the cheese grater on the table, it's like he could see my Romano hungry soul. Personally I think his arm was tired & he had other tables to tend to, but still the grater was mine for the meal. At the end of dinner, Mike wrapped up the grater in a bread bag with a wink. Delighted I slipped it in my purse. I really have earned it after all these years I think. In fact it is a mystery as to why I don't have a plaque on the wall, & a personal parking space.
Ambien is kicking in, when that happens I am like Frank the Tank from Old School when he gets the tranquilizer dart in his neck. Not cute--night lambs. Big love.
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