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csberrySometime in my teens, I discovered I could put my right arm behind my head. As in laying my right arm flat against my shoulder with the right elbow resting on the end of the left shoulder. My left arm can't lay flat on my shoulder, but it seems to go further than most folks' arms will go. Through the years, I've used this trick to make queasy those that would place their hand where my right arm connects to the shoulder and feel when the arm slipped out of the joint to allow for the arm to lay flat. I later added putting both arms behind my head, spinning around, and calling myself a helicopter.
A week ago, my right shoulder joint started to ache. I think I've been sleeping with my body in odd positions because I've had lots of similar discomforts lately upon waking. I mentioned the pain to my chiropractor on Wednesday morning. He pushes here, massages that, and did a quarter-rotation push in another spot (yeah, I was a C- biology student). The joint felt better but had that sore muscle feeling that you might feel after a deep tissue massage. Last night, while putting the boys down, I decided to lie on my right arm. I throw it up behind my head and it won't go far at all. I think the chiropractor fixed whatever has been wrong with that joint all these years because my range and motion of my right arm seems similar to most other folks.
I'm of mixed emotions of this. Part of me is REALLY annoyed that I lost this stupid human trick and all the other little things I enjoyed about being able to put my arm in that position (instant pillow, ability to reach more area on my back by myself). But this sort of thing also boosts my confidence about the benefits of my seeing a chiropractor these past couple years (as if my restless leg syndrome rarely flaring up wasn't noticeable enough!).
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Easily in the Top 5 things I'm most particular and anal about is the loading of the dishwasher. So much so that I've been known to repack others' dishwashers while visiting if I happen to open it. With the dishwasher JD and I bought a year ago, one way that my dishwasher-OCD has increased is I'm now very picky about the placement of silverware. How difficult is it to put all the items that are located in the left silverware drawer (kids' and "specialty" silverware) into the lefthand basket, all large utensils into the right basket, and in the middle area only put knives (blade down through holder) in the back and segregate to either side of the front row the forks and spoons on opposite ends? But, NO, JD mostly puts them willy-nilly where she wants.
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I have a tech/nurse at the Red Cross I'm going to hope is there on the days I donate in the future. I believe I caught that his name is Wayne (no name tag and only heard someone address him by name once), but he is a very charming and funny 40-something, black, effeminate man that drew my blood. His manner during the donation reminded me of the fun Southwest Airlines flight attendants. Before he prepped my arm, Wayne asked, "Are you allergic to iodine, betadine, or muscadine?" (Sorry if that is too Southern of a reference.)
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Calvin drew, colored, and cut out a bunch of carnivorous dinosaur heads this past week and has taped them up in numerous places throughout the house. The neatest part of this is that he positioned the heads so it looks as if they are peering through the windows in the kitchen and their bedroom and poking their heads out from behind the entertainment center and of the bookshelves in the living room. I'll have to take some pictures and post them. Both Calvin and I have seen the dinos in the windows in our peripheral vision and thought they were people/things there.
A week ago, my right shoulder joint started to ache. I think I've been sleeping with my body in odd positions because I've had lots of similar discomforts lately upon waking. I mentioned the pain to my chiropractor on Wednesday morning. He pushes here, massages that, and did a quarter-rotation push in another spot (yeah, I was a C- biology student). The joint felt better but had that sore muscle feeling that you might feel after a deep tissue massage. Last night, while putting the boys down, I decided to lie on my right arm. I throw it up behind my head and it won't go far at all. I think the chiropractor fixed whatever has been wrong with that joint all these years because my range and motion of my right arm seems similar to most other folks.
I'm of mixed emotions of this. Part of me is REALLY annoyed that I lost this stupid human trick and all the other little things I enjoyed about being able to put my arm in that position (instant pillow, ability to reach more area on my back by myself). But this sort of thing also boosts my confidence about the benefits of my seeing a chiropractor these past couple years (as if my restless leg syndrome rarely flaring up wasn't noticeable enough!).
***
Easily in the Top 5 things I'm most particular and anal about is the loading of the dishwasher. So much so that I've been known to repack others' dishwashers while visiting if I happen to open it. With the dishwasher JD and I bought a year ago, one way that my dishwasher-OCD has increased is I'm now very picky about the placement of silverware. How difficult is it to put all the items that are located in the left silverware drawer (kids' and "specialty" silverware) into the lefthand basket, all large utensils into the right basket, and in the middle area only put knives (blade down through holder) in the back and segregate to either side of the front row the forks and spoons on opposite ends? But, NO, JD mostly puts them willy-nilly where she wants.
***
I have a tech/nurse at the Red Cross I'm going to hope is there on the days I donate in the future. I believe I caught that his name is Wayne (no name tag and only heard someone address him by name once), but he is a very charming and funny 40-something, black, effeminate man that drew my blood. His manner during the donation reminded me of the fun Southwest Airlines flight attendants. Before he prepped my arm, Wayne asked, "Are you allergic to iodine, betadine, or muscadine?" (Sorry if that is too Southern of a reference.)
***
Calvin drew, colored, and cut out a bunch of carnivorous dinosaur heads this past week and has taped them up in numerous places throughout the house. The neatest part of this is that he positioned the heads so it looks as if they are peering through the windows in the kitchen and their bedroom and poking their heads out from behind the entertainment center and of the bookshelves in the living room. I'll have to take some pictures and post them. Both Calvin and I have seen the dinos in the windows in our peripheral vision and thought they were people/things there.
