That's what Dr G asked me when I told her I was off to the chiropractor to get "evened-out." For the past 2 days my left and right shoulders have not been level, not even close with the left shoulder a good 2 inches higher than the right. My only thought as to why I was off kilter is the numerous Cinderall moments during the vicious cleaning in the ghetto. So this morning, with 800 mg of Ibuprofen already underway, I headed off to work. At 10 I started counting down the time until I could redose (with 3 hours remaining). So I made 2 appointments; one with a chiropractor and another with a masseuse. The chiropractor was good, I got all evened out with a few snaps, crackles, pops and groans. Then I had to wait for 5 hours for the massage. It was a visit, well worth the wait and now I feel like Jell-o, but in a good way.
The girl that gave me my massage was someone I hadn't met before, but I instantly liked her. I realized tonight that although my life is far from exciting, I have lived in places and had experiences that give me some great stories. After all, how many people can say they've been to Mayberry (yes, Andy Griffith land)? So I had a great time talking about not only the crazy people in the ghetto, but also other people I have known and experiences I have had. So I think in these last few days of any connection to the ghetto, I'll have to reflect on the crazy (and not so crazy) people I've encountered over the last 3 years. From Mohawk Man to the kids up the street, there should be some good fodder for someone's pen.
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