|Photo courtesy of Tracy Andreassen (my cousin)|
So I have decided to tell you about something new I'm doing. I am seeing a chiropractor. Dr. Bryce has been thoughtful and sweet to me. I had been resistant to seeing a Chiro since I was old enough to say the word. My parents didn't think much of them, and why should I. But I have had a number of issues with my spine. They used a cool doohickey that measure heat radiated from nerves off the spine. APPARENTLY, your nerves are not supposed to radiate heat, but will when they are angry and irritated. I was able to watch it show up on the computer screen as the doohickey was rolled down my back. My nerves showed themselves to be throwing quite the fit. The first time he went over it with me, it was like a yearbook.
|Not me in the photo the thermal scanner|
was like this one.
So today, enters a new routine - rehab. The lovely Jennifer gets on the floor with me and does these stretches WITH me to make sure I'm doing them well. I do some reaches and some kind of twists and then some kind of knee lifting, back rolling squishing the gut kind of exercise. I'm on my back with my knees up as close to my belly as they will go and my belly rumbles. I'm all scrunched up and I'm praying, "Good Lord, don't let me fart in this position!" Then the next thought was, "Oh heavens Lord, if something has to break loose, please make it JUST a fart!!"