Yesterday I had an appointment with my chiropractor. It was the last one for a week, and now I’m phasing off the big machine that stretched your vertebrae (they say it’s a ‘decompression table,’ but I know what it really is: a medieval rack with a chrome finish).
I should have just camped out on the couch alternating between heating pads and ice pads, but I promised myself I’d write my 1,000 words, and then proceeded to hem and haw for an hour-and-a-half before I got to it, goofing around on the internet instead.
And now I’m paying for it. I could have stretched out, but I didn’t, and now my lower back is groaning. Hopefully I’ll feel better in a few hours, after I hit the gym, but I’ve got a meeting at church tonight, and I won’t be home until 9:00PM at the earliest. If I don’t feel better by THEN, I’ll HAVE to take it easy on the couch, which means I won’t be able to write at all. And THAT means I guess I’ll have to write my 1,000 here at work, and that’s NEVER fun.
Let this be a lesson to you. THIS is what happens when you deviate from the plan.
