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.

Hey, did we know this?

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I have had one good PT in quite a few visits. He turned out to be so much of a douchenozzle that I couldn't trust my health to him, but he did some weird shit. I'm not sure which shit got me off lifetime neurontin, but there was cupping in there as well as intense, painful, horribly bruising myofascial release.

This guy in a meeting today drew' the best rectangle on the whiteboard I have ever seen. And what cracks me up is the guy sitting next to me who turned around to say "that's the best rectangle!" It really was worthy of exclamation, and when he erased it, both of us were "can he do that again???"

Yeah, that's my big takeaway from a meeting that ran twice over.

Vent all you need to, msbelle.

I just learned that someone I used to work with (in MO)is now a Tex-Mex food truck owner-operator in New Zealand. What?!

Oh, msbelle, vent away. Sometimes I just don't want to be needed in that need need need way.

My only packing superpower is that things I pack arrive in good condition.

The NIH did an extensive peer-reviewed study that showed that chiropractic was more effective for low back pain than traditional medicine. I have been spoiled by my chiropractor, who is a professor at Life College and does some pretty rigorous research. When I started being in pain in the fall a year ago, she was the first to suggest I see my oncologist. I have seen many chiropractors who make all kinds of claims and require numerous visits.