Head, shoulders, knees, and toes

Things are looking up. My neck/back/and shoulder issue has greatly improved. I was a good girl over the weekend and made myself rest and iced it a few times a day (doctor's orders). I went back to the chiro on Monday and he seemed to be happy with the progress I had made. When I went to leave the office, he says, "Now you behave!" I found this to be quite amusing. So instead of leaving the office in tears, I left laughing. Much better.

I think I forgot on my last post to write about why I was in such bad shape to begin with. Last Thursday evening I was raking leaves in the yard. Remember we have 4 1/2 acres filled with oak trees? And last fall the amount of leaves got the better of us. We gave up and decided to attack them in the spring. No more procrastinating. After dinner, I decide to rake more leaves until it got too dark. I thought this might encourage hubby to come out and help me. Wishful thinking. I look inside and see him (once again) sitting at the computer. I'm sure it was real important "stuff" he was surfing for. I peeked my head in and said, "I'm not saying you have to come help me right now, but this is not a one person job." I say this because I know how easy it is for him to just let me do a job by myself without offering to help (ex: bathrooms, mopping, washing anything that doesn't go in dishwasher, vacuuming). If I take care of it, he's off the hook. And of course he gets defensive if I bring up this subject even if I try to do it without being accusing.

So I bring up the subject of the leaves. He responds with, "I'm not coming out to do them right now. That's a weekend thing." Why? Why must it be only a weekend thing? If we get it done during the weekday evenings then we have the whole weekend to do fun stuff. Or nothing. So, of course, I'm now pissed because he won't get off his butt and help me. I start to attack the leaves quite vigorously. My rake is pounding the bushes (that are full of leaves) and the ground cover surrounding the house. It is quite impressive, but probably not too smart.

Next morning I wake up and..............you know the rest of the story.