Meet my pelvis

KT the PT came by last night after work to check out my pelvis.  It's something she's been wanting to do for a very long time, starting last spring at the Women's Retreat when she tried to touch my pubic bone.  So last night her persistence finally paid off when she got to touch me in numerous places (after we had both consumed wine) supposedly to help figure out what's going on with my back.  She discovered that I am out of balance -- which I am sure comes as no surprise to anyone.  Or maybe she said I'm out of alignment. And one leg is longer than the other (due to a permanently bent knee) and she thinks I have a curve in my spine.  Good lord I'm a mess! Anyway she had me lay down on the bed and then told me to spread my legs and after inappropriate laughter we pushed and pulled and when we were done my back felt a little better.  So she taught Bob how to do it to me and he's going to repeat the exercises this afternoon and "do it to me" when he gets home from work.


Note that the above was written while only under the influence of Tylenol and Sweet Tea. I have not been able to yet score any muscle relaxers (or any herbal remedies).  Just imagine what I would have written had I been on either or both of them!


I slept alright last night but when I woke up this morning, after being flat all night, I was stiff and sore again and made old man noises getting up to go to the bathroom.  I am now back in my gravity chair with ice and my laptop, imagining that I am some better than yesterday and hopefully not as good as I will be tomorrow.  To secure that, I am staying home again today and missing a meeting tonight. I was going to go to my meeting but Bob reminded me how when he does this to his back I chain him to the bed and don't let him do anything at all.  I was properly chagrined and moved to obedience.


Now all I need is a little bell so summon P-Dub to fill my every want and need ...


Speaking of Sweet Pea-Dub, she arrived yesterday and is very happy to be here. The weather is perfect and the leaves are just starting to change.  We are remembering Dad, who left us eight years ago today and knew a thing or two about back pain.  Tonight we'll toast him and I suspect tears will flow from old girl a time or two.


If he were alive, he would have appreciated the humor of the first paragraph -- we had much in common, including the sense of humor of 12 year old boys.