It's a cliché that being alone on Christmas is a depressing situation.
Now, I don't go out a lot but on July 4th I was hoping to see raddidge and go out for some of the fireworks displays. First, raddidge stayed home because her mother spread a virus in the household. Second, my back fucking hurts and I don't like going out to places with lots of people by myself.
So I stayed home, did very little in the way of activity which could stress my back. On Monday my mother suggested an exercise to help my back. Basically I lay on my back, feet up against my ass then I lift my ass in the air. I was able to do two before I figured I was pushing my luck and could make things worse.
raddidge did come online and nagged me about seeing a chiropractor. She advised me about finding a good one and what to be mindful of in the search.
- Make sure the doctor doesn't make the patient sign a contract for a certain length of treatment.
- Ensure the doctor does not require x-rays for all patients.
- The doctor should be aware that everyone heals at their own pace.
Now it's time for a shower then bed only to begin my damnable routine on Wednesday.
