When I said last night that my hip was sticking out 2 inches too far, I was wrong. As I sat at my computer, composing my blog entry, I asked Gabe, “How far out of place do you think my hip is?”
“Oh, about an inch and a half,” he said.
“I’ll just say two.”
“Sure,” he said. “Make it sound as extreme as you can.”
Got to the chiro today. Yeah, pelvis was THREE inches out of whack. He “fixed” it. I got home. Pain, pain, pain. Looked in the mirror. Not quite as bad as before, but bad. I won’t describe the last seven hours to you, but my goodness. If I weren’t a Bible-believing woman whom Jesus told to turn the other cheek, I’d hunt down that chiropractor after hours with a shotgun. (speaking of cheeks, my bum cheeks feel permanently bruised)
The Lord has heard my cries, and I have an appointment tomorrow with a medical massage therapist–the one who has helped my mom so much. He’s about 90 minutes away, and Gabe is burning a vacation day to take me, in hopes that I’ll be able to function on our romantic NASCAR weekend getaway. Please pray for a miracle.
No other news to report. Excited about the Beauticontrol night in September w/all my friends I’ve never met. 🙂 Thanks for the prayers–they haven’t healed me yet, but they’ve comforted me nonetheless.