I'm sorry but why is it that in spite of all the shit I've got going on as of late, the following conversation ranks as important? Oh, yeah. That's right, cause I'm part of the sentimental morons club. If it's not one exboyfriend, it's another IMming me. This was not exDave, to clarify :)Dave: Hi. Sorry I can't chat right now. Call me later on the cell at around 7pm.Me: And what if I'm busy, eh? :)Dave: I tried calling you earlier this week but it said "The cellone person was blah blah blah." What's up with that?Me: We killed it. I'm getting a new one before I come back up.Dave: Where can I reach you then?Me: XXX-XXX-XXXXDave: Oh. Okay then. Actually call me after 9pm. So I'm on free night time, ok?Me: I think I can do that, hon.Dave: Ciao Ciao :)
He's the only person I know who still uses the phrase "Ciao." But then again, he's also the only person I know who travelled through Europe three years ago before settling down in Florida when all the shit ensued.
I accidentally got myself a chiropractor today. It was really fucking cool. I went to my first local physical therapy appointment for my ankles (something Dr. Atlas set me up with just for the massages) and there was a picture of a man getting a back massage. I was chatting it up with the receptionist and mentioned how my lower back was hurting lately and that the picture was making me jealous. Before I know it, I'm hooked up with a chiropractor on the spot in a sort of 2 for 1 deal that only costs me one $10 co-pay.
So for the first time in my life, I got a massage that was as good as ones I've given to some selectively lucky people. Dr. Mark (yes he has a last name but said I could call him that) took some x-rays of my back and neck and discovered that 8 years of playing a tenor saxophone 5+ days a week has indeed made an impact on my neck and lower back after all. Who'd have thunk it, right?
Turns out, I have a disalignment in my neck and a shitload of tense and tightened muscles in my lower back and upper ass. Yes, I am a tightass. Diagnosed. So he does some stuff to me and I tell you, I'm feeling it now. I ache and it feels good. I get to go back tomorrow after work and be worked on again.
