Oh the nerve!

I've been bad about keeping up regular appointments with my chiropractor. What does that mean? Well, when she moves stuff after they have been in the wrong position for so long, they end up moving back, and not in a good way.

This time around, they moved so that it must have pinched a nerve in my back. I've never had a pinched nerve. (and mind you I'm self diagnosing till I get to my appointment in 20 min)

Lets see if I can do it justice: It feels like there is a carving knife jammed just to the left of my tailbone. And some invisible Gnome is pounding it in with a mallet.

Otherwise, it's fine.

But knowing that the knife could plunge into me at any moment, makes me move like a 90 year old woman. Washing my hands this morning was like Tai Chi: I moved slowly, tilting to the left, dipping one hand into the stream, then following with the right, rotating the left up and out. It was quite beautiful, except for the excruciating pain.

I'm ok sitting, till I have to get up.

I can actually lift my legs up and stand on one at a time, but I can't lean left or right when they are both on the ground.

I can sit on the couch and lean all the way forward, but once I start to lean back, tears well up in my eyes.

There might be issues with me marching in the local St. Paddy's parade this weekend.

YA THINK???

I've found that, as you get older, more things happen to you that keep you from doing things you use to do. You don't want to admit it, but ya just don't get around like ya use too.

I guess things could be worse, the knife could be in my back...that's a whole nother problem, indeed.