Okay, so I’ve strained my back now. {{sigh}} What a mess. I hate when such things happen. Not that I hate lying on my back being bored which can be quite fun - in small doses, but just the knowledge of being incapable of jumping around for the next week or so gives me nervous ticks. And I can’t even do my regular exercise {{double sigh}} for a while now. Talk about getting sloppy. {{triple sigh}}

My chiropractor, who is a very sweet and polite, small, somewhat skinny but fit woman, in her forties(?), has powers which are unknown to mankind, I tell you. Sweet Jehsus (some people thinks that he was a chiropractor, actually), she twirled and twisted the crap out of me earlier today. My grunts and “ARRGH!”’s nearly made her windows rattle. Hats off to her. I’m in awe. Don’t want to meet her in a bad mood in a dark alley one night. Ouch!

Some good things might come out of it though: