That Did NOT Go So Well

 There is always good news and bad news.  Sometimes mine seems to be more bad than good, but I just try to laugh it off.  I mean really, most times you don't have any other choice.  

THE CHIROPRACTOR

I felt pretty good as I drove 3 miles to Pain and Torture Town.  I wonder what dungeon-type medieval thing they will do to me this time!  They heated up my back like an oven, and the Doc entered.  I braced for the inevitable painful CRACK!  Did I mention she specializes in sports injuries?  

She felt my back and said ... WOW ... your bones are all still in place.  Really?  No cracking?  No torture? It's still hurts RIGHT THERE.  That's just soreness from the rib tearing your flesh.  Oh ..... OKAY!!!

I was pretty shocked by what she said next.  IT'S TIME FOR EXERCISES!  Wait, what?  Are you kidding me?  Yessirree .... I now have a list of back exercises to do four times a day for the next couple weeks.  Oh boy ... this should be fun!!  Somehow she has convinced me to do my OWN torture.  Actually, I tried a couple and they didn't hurt at all.  I guess I'm on the mend.  Except it didn't last long.

BINGO!!!  

Oh yeah, since I was feeling okay, and everyone else was out of town, I drove down for the next session of torture.  

My Fairy Godmother Jackie not only had everything set up, but she got the heavy cash box out and counted the change.  I tried two different chairs, sat as close to the infernal machine as I could and away we went.  In less than an hour my back was killing me once again, even though I refused to turn around and get those wonderful colored dobbers for the players.  NO TWISTING.

That's when the next problem arrived.  She said we didn't give her all the cards.  She's a nice lady, and I figured someone just stole them off her table.  She was quickly followed by the biggest problem child we've ever had.  There was no way I could give her anything when HE was standing there.  She went away quite mad.

Here's what happened.  She uses a walker with a lift up seat.  When she buys her cards, she puts them under the seat, right in front of the much needed large cooling fan on the floor in front of our table.  Fifteen minutes later, I looked down to see four cards on the floor.  Where did THESE come from?  No one knew, so we threw them away.  

Suddenly it dawned on us ... those were HER cards.  I seriously don't think she believed us, but by that time I really didn't care.  I was in SO much pain.  

I called the King over and told him I just couldn't do it any more.  We shanghaied a gal from the other room and I did a quick teaching session before getting the heck out of Dodge.  Well that didn't go so well!!

What did I say yesterday about burning your bras?  I'm not kidding, when I got home and changed clothes, there was INSTANT relief.  I laughed out loud!!!  All that pain and suffering over NOTHING ... just too much pressure for that rib!  This morning my back is just fine, though still a little sore!  No I'm not telling them!!!

HOUSE SALE

My counter offer was quickly accepted.  Darn ... I should have made it more than I did.  I now have 10 days of inspections, then 7 days for an appraisal.  Of course more money went floating out the door because I had to hire an engineer to inspect the house for tie downs, which it does not have.  I still don't think they can be required, but it looks like one way or another, I have no choice.  

I'm hoping it all goes better than Bingo, but I'm sure it will include MUCH more torture before it's a done deal.  Maybe ... just maybe ... it will close by October 19 as it says on the papers.

MORE GOOD NEWS

Company is coming.  BOO!!  I have to try and clean up the house.  YAY!!!  I'm going to put her to work moving boxes to the garage and organizing stuff!!

It was a good day after all!!