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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?!?

Also, I've never been to a chiro, though I've had myofascial release (and can I see ow and whoa?) Moreover, I often cast a stink eye at the PT because they annoy me, even if they work.

I have to teach for 4 hours tomorrow. But at UCLA. Do not necessarily want as 30 of my own students will be there too. Blargh.

Would happily hang with you if you have time, Kat, although I'm guessing you are busy.

I am just exhausted. I worked so hard to day to stay up to stay in a good place, to not let the negative crap and anger take over and get me all nasty being. I get home, have plans to see some music and my church - the parents are taking E for the night. And I am not in the door when he is asking if we can go and can I get him this, and can I do that - and OMG I haven't even put my bag down and I am in a suit and I need to pee. He just gives me no space when I get home - and it's worse tonight because I am going to do something without him.

I get him a wee settled and go to change clothes and he comes back to the bedrooms to "read" in his room while I change and pee - all of 10 feet from me. and as soon as I am done and go out my room to get something else done (I was actually going to eat since it was 6:30 and I had not had anything for lunch except a Lara bar) and omg, he is done "reading" and n my heels to the kitchen and can I peel the pineapple cause I PROMISED (no promises were made, statements were made) he could have some and can he stand at my hip and watch how it is done and can he have more and him him him wantwant want. and still no food for me because saying wait or expressing annoyance gets the about to be a blow-up and OMG I JUST WANT TO GO DO SOMETHING WITH GROWN-UPS that I might actually enjoy. so about to leave and I decide to look at myself in a mirror - sad, like the mom jeans SNL skit with washed out face. I cannot figure out decent casual going out make-up. seriously what I tried looked clownish, hoist, business - I have lost the feel for this. I wipe it off and am gethering bag to go and phone rings - my mom - where am I? didn't the thing start at 6:30?

ok - here's where I do not loose it, but really want to. why didn't the parents come just get mac from my house? The nanny could have left early, I would not have had to run home deal with him, they could have gone out to eat early when the parents like to - WHY do they not think of that. They know I cannot leave work early right now. They know I do not get home until 6. Having a sleepover for him is great and yes I got to go hear bluegrass gospel for an hour and a half, but ugh I was so stressed by the time I got there I was crying.

ANd unrelated - where the fuck do I live - this thing at my church - good music - basically free - 7-9 on a Friday - 10 people. sad. also - this is what I am supposed to be so thankful for an hour and a half out - with no real social aspect with people I am friend with - listening to church music. depressing - so I went and bought booze.

sorry for the rant.