Blue Moon

I have been so cranky for the last fews days, it’s like I didn’t just come from vacation. I have my theories, none of which I am willing to share publicly, but here I sit with my laptop, tapping away to the soothing melodies playing in my ears. Writing is therapeutic, it’s true.

Friday started out great. I took my daughter, and her hamster to school, for morning sharing. She was so excited to be bringing Cheddar in to show her class, she kept asking if it was time to go. I love going to her school, mainly because she loves when I’m there and I get a chance to see what goes on during the day. Each day they have morning announcements via a television mounted on the wall. Two children assumed the role as new casters and they reported the going-ons of the day, birthdays and the weather, it was really cute. A teacher also gave a two minute motivational talk which was also nice. I wonder if they let parents write motivational talks.

Then, I went to work and the crankiness and neck pain settled into my mood and my nerves. It’s unfortunate that a coworker unleashed what I was trying to keep to myself, but she was speaking a brutish language and I thought it was much too early for nonsense. I wanted to apologize for my David Banner reaction, but I never saw her again that day. Sorry.

Shortly thereafter, I went to the chiropractor and since I only had a pain in my neck, that’s all he adjusted. I walked in with my umbrella and he says, “I see you’re a pessimist, you carry an umbrella, he he he.” I said, “No, I’m a driest, it’s raining outside, lol.”

He asked if anything was hurting and I’ve been okay for the last few days, except for the pain in my neck. It’s really cool, he can feel where the pain is in my neck or back without me telling him where. Chiros are great! The popping sound of him moving your joints back into place is creepy. I was lying on my back with my head being gently tossed around between his hands and him just waiting for the right moment to twist my head. With each sway I’m like here it comes, this is it, it’s coming. Slow it down. Stop. Crack! Pop! Then he does the same to the left side and tells me I’m done. I’m like, “I know”. He was kind enough to get some cream and massage my neck, so I paid him. The pain in my neck is gone, but I’m also not at work, so is it really? If I get to work on Monday and I feel that pinch, I’m going to ask to be reimbursed for a work related injury.

The crankiness continued when I got home, so you know what I did to soften my mood? I cleaned. I cleaned my fish tank and man did my eyebrows see relief, they were working overtime to maintain my frown. It was 2.5 hours of work and physically I did not feel better, but emotionally I felt great. I love to clean, especially when I’m alone.

and on the 7th day, I rested.