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Boy, I was in a foul mood today. And isn't sudafed supposed to be an upper? Didn't really work that way. Eh, it'll be out of my system by the morning.

As long as you didn't blink.

If you blink, you lose a spleen?

Aw, man, stay awake during surgery or have an angel run amok with your insides? Don't like those options.

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It's a Dr Who thing

Plus, my health insurance doesn't consider psychic angel surgeons to be in-network. So I'd have to pay that whole thing out of pocket, which has GOT to be a bitch.

Well, that's just insult to injury. And/or time displacement.

That's why we need single-payer, man.

I think it's been demonstrated that chiropractic works for the lower- and mid-back, because shit gets out of whack. (The upper back and neck are dicier, because if something gets adjusted wrong, you are fucked unto the Lord.) The sketchy part is when they tell you that you need adjustments every week forever to keep things in working order. OR when they claim that chiropractic can cure or fix anything other than some parts that are out of whack (say, from years of sitting on your foot, not that my hip would know anything about that). Because adjusting a vertebra will not cure a cold.

What Steph said. Subluxations causing illness is unmitigated nonsense, but there's some evidence it can help with lower and mid back pain. With the caveat that PT has been found to be at least as effective, and it's lower-impact and hence safer. The risks aren't so great for lower spinal manipulation, but as Steph noted, they mess things up with your neck and you're screwed, up to and including possible fatality.

Likewise, there's some evidence acupuncture can help with mild to moderate pain and nausea, but the idea it's going to cure anything else is totally unsupported.

However, to be more accurate, it's not that these treatments don't help anything else; it's that they don't help any more than the placebo effect. (One of the several reasons why data is not the plural of anecdote, and clinical trial is not the plural of personal experience.)

I was fantasizing about a back massage in the pool today. I have one muscle (group?) that is extremely annoyed with me. Until about 1000 yds in, then it goes away...until I stop swimming. I've been making a lot of use of the foam roller and a baseball-sized defunct google-swag ball.

I am connected to a ridiculous number of PTs and massage therapists, and yet I don't avail myself of them...

I am le nubian, because I hate packing, but love unpacking. It's like a fresh slate! How can you not like that?!?

But packing lets me throw shit away which is better. When Lori moved, she brought a whole bunch of my abandoned stuff to me. Her current GF goggled when I peaked in the box and then dumped it right into the trash. SO LIBERATING.

Burrell, I too have a body that is going to shit after 40. WTF?!?