Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I have been throwing out my back (if only I could throw it away right now), gradually, over the past few months. The chiropractor said it was because I overdid it with the yoga. Two classes a day? No big deal. I couldn't bend over the sink to brush my teeth and thought, wow, I have become so flexible that I am beginning to go backwards into inflexibility. My birthday is this Sunday and my mom asked me if I wanted some muscle relaxants, tied up in a pretty box. Yes, please. The chiro already lined my back up with some crazy tape, "to pull the skin away from the fascia." I look like I am broken, barely being held together, with strips of blue bandage and adhesive. On most days, this is an apt analogy. Especially today.