As I was laying on the chiropractor’s padded bench, all I could think of was this Eddie routine. (Officially starts at 1:35 in but watch the first minute or so … pure Eddie)
(If you don’t want to watch it (and if you don’t, what is wrong with you) here’s the transcript to just that one section)
So I had to go see a chiropractor in New York, … And they crack your bones, that’s what they do, they crack your bones! And they take x-rays, but it’s pointless, because whatever is wrong with you… “You’ve got a bad back, I’m gonna crack your bones.†“You’ve got diphtheria, I’m gonna crack your bones.†“Your head’s come off! I’m gonna crack your bones.†“It looks like your mother! I’m going to crack your bones.”
So yeah … he cracked my bones and it felt GOOOOOOD. I have been to a chiropractor before but he did something totally different that felt like I was being ironed. It felt good but this was definitely different. After all kinds of tests and whatnot, he began with my neck and head and … well, cracked my bones! For whatever reason, I started giggling and then broke into laughter. I managed to stifle it as he continued pulling my leg (literally) and then leaned on me in some weird way. And yes, I paid him to do this for me.
Amazingly (to me), when I left, I felt ‘clear’ – that’s really the only word that described it. I know there’s more to do but that was a good start. And! I went to the gym both last night and tonight! Woo Hoo!
Gal, since you asked, I will post about my manifesting process over the weekend. I’ve got two eps of True Blood Season 1 left and I’m anxious to get watching it. It deserves its own post anyway. This leaving early crap gets in the way of my blogging and emailing. It’s quiet at work from 8:30-10 usually but limited net access is a drag. (At least I have net access, though. They only limit the fun stuff! hehe)
