Let me explain something. Since dropping 26 lbs I have not magically gone from a size 14 to a size 6, as some crazy ads would have you believe. I have gone from a size 14 to a size 14. And also a 12. And an 11 and maybe even a 10. BECAUSE CLOTHING SIZES SUCK AND ARE ALL LEVELS OF CRAZY.
Have you ever had a tailspin moment? I was alone at the time so I could be angry without restraint. There was disbelief. There were tears. Pounding fists on the counter. How did this happen? Whose body is this? And then, there was calm.
Because chiropractic care has become a regular part of my family's wellness plan, I asked my doctor, Dr. Jennifer Murray, to break down Chiropractic for those of you who may see it as a bit of an enigma.
Dr. Jen makes chiropractic cool. She even passes the 'kid test'; my children love going to see her. In fact, it's an all-out war to see who can clamber onto her adjustment table first, back-seat negotiations frequently taking place on the drive over there.
When I first saw my son, he was in a morphine-induced sleep. I kissed him gently. He would grow agitated as the drugs wore off, crying, at times hysterically, from the pain.
So, here I am, day 6 in a full arm cast (fortunately my left arm, cuz, you know, silver lining and all) and these are some key observations, perhaps even survival tips, to keep in mind, should this happen to you.