No, not that. Not that either.
Monday we got several inches of snow. I’m very excited because I love snow and I missed it while I was in Mexico, and even though it’s a pain to drive in, it makes me happy. We have snowplow service so we don’t have to worry about shoveling — except for the tiny little patch of concrete outside Owen’s doggie door.
In the three minutes it took to shovel Monday morning I managed to tweak a muscle between my shoulder blades. “No big deal,” I thought. “I’ve done this before and it goes away in a couple days.” I already had a chiropractor’s appointment scheduled for the next day so when I woke up on Tuesday and couldn’t breathe without it hurting, I crossed my fingers that he could fix it.
He declared that my “rib head was poking out”. I don’t really know what that means but it matched up with how I felt. He popped everything back where it belonged and sent me on my way.
Life was good for a couple hours, then the rib popped back. That was Tuesday afternoon. Thursday I returned and he did more manipulations, including a fist to my ribcage that finally allowed me to take a deep breath without wincing. Then I got in the car to drive back to work and “pop”. It’s back.
I’m writing this Thursday night and I’ve been resigned to shallow breathing for almost four days now. I try to keep my Friday posts more upbeat (well, ALL my posts) but I haven’t been able to concentrate on much else and you’re stuck with a grumbly post. My apologies.
BUT, lest this post be completely devoid of cheer — happy birthday mom!