Fly

No more lack of love or ill desire

Moving forward soaring higher

Bird with clipped wings slowly healing

Unfolding anew slowly revealing

Muted undertones of dullest grey turn to light

As the broken bird takes of in flight

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Wine time.. Yip and it’s only Monday

Yeah, so there goes the “I’m not drinking during the week” idea… And it was going so baby stepsy well.
I actually had all the good intentions in the world, but with a shoulder set out and determined to put me in excruciating pain, along with several other parts of my back on the path to gifting me with ultimate pain, it’s been nearly impossible. 

So I finally sucked up the courage and made an appointment at the chiro… Well… With excruciating shoulder pain that made me feel like I want to faint and at the same time throw a 2 year old screaming tantrum, I wasn’t left with much choice.

So, appointment made… Easy

Quickly after work… Doable

Arrive early… Of course ( how do you know me)

Thinking… Am I seeing a man or a women…

Anxious…

Women… Yay, better…

Then she asks me to put on a gown. NOW.. As most of my friends know, I have a little issue with strangers touching me, let a lone having to strip down and wear a hospital gown.. Not ideal

Underwear..  Damn, should have put on some granny panties..

Socks.. Not holey, smell fresh.. Ok, ready

Then the fun part starts, she tells me how stiff everything is, tries to converse to keep my mind of what’s coming. Sadly I know this drill too well. After the sound of bones cracking to the point where the lines of “are they breaking or being reset” are blurred. Or maybe it seemed blurry because of the involuntary tears that shot to my eyes.

None the less.. Done.. “you will feel very bruised, you had a lot that needed to be set”

Yes lady, thanks, now let me go. Stoked that I need to come back for the second instalment of this amazing pain inflicting session.. NOT.

But hey, she was amazing,  did an amazing job.. It’s just the process. Two more and I’ll be good as new for a good long while.

But as the pain is setting in and I know without any doubt I am going to suffer a slow painful demise tomorrow..  I will stop whining and start wining.

I need love and pudding and wine.. And chocolate…  Maybe flowers… Soooo not feeling sorry for myself at all.  Lol 😁