UPDATE: Paul rubbed my back last night for about 30 seconds!!
Here’s our conversation:
Me: “Thank you, honey.”
Me: “Why did you say that? You don’t mean that.”
Paul: “You’re right, I don’t.”
Me: “Then why did you just lie?”
Paul: “Because that’s what makes marriages work.” 🙂
Me: “Well, at least you’re telling the truth. I appreciate that.”
Paul: “So, would you rather me lie or tell the truth?”
Me: “Tell the truth.”
Paul: “OK, well, I hope you enjoyed that. You owe me $50.00 (which is what my massage therapist charges).”
Me: “Honey, she does it for an hour, not 30 seconds.”
Paul: “Well, maybe next time you should be more specific about how long you want a backrub?”
Me: “OK, an hour.”
Paul: “Well, that’s never gonna happen…”
Me: “OK, you’re right…at least you’re telling me the truth.”
Paul: “Well, that’s how I roll….”
(By the way, before my mother completely freaks out after reading that conversation, we were totally playing with each other and laughing the whole time).
Working at Great Oaks, in the kitchen, is a very physically demanding job. It is long hours on your feet, cooking big meals, lifting heavy pans, walking a lot back and forth outside to the walk-in cooler, etc. (On a side note, one time I logged it, and I walked 5.17 miles, just cooking three meals in one day)…anyway, it’s very tiring…
Last summer my feet would hurt really bad at the end of the day.
Last fall I noticed my lower back would hurt after working a full day (like on a Saturday).
But, those pains would go away after the day was over (and a hot bath).
Well, my back started hurting again in May (my lower back and up and down my spine). I went to one chiropractor here in Lacon (who shall remain nameless that I did not like), and she did take X-rays of my back. My spine is crooked (all the way down) and my hips are not aligned (my left hip is significantly higher than my right). Anyway, after she did the X-rays, I promptly took them from her office and went to another chiropractor that I liked much better. I’ve been seeing him once or twice a week since May 13th, depending on if we have the money. He is really funny and a great guy!
Two weeks ago he told me that Paul needed to be rubbing my back at home, to help work out the muscle spasms. I told him that that probably would not happen (Paul’s not a back rubber), but I would ask. I asked Paul if he would, and he said he needed a note from the doctor. So, this past week I got a note from the doctor…
You can click on the picture to enlarge it, but it basically says, “from 6-23-10 until death or until back is rubbed properly.” I told the doctor it would probably be until death b/c I don’t think Paul would ever do it right (Paul says that’s the reason why I go to the doctor and get massages, so he doesn’t have to do it)…sweet, huh?
(By the way, the doctor did sign it, “Who Cares,” in case you were wondering. He also checked that I was mentally ill…what a funny sense of humor)!
But, after going all this time, it’s not really helping. So, I’m going to stop. We’ll try something different, I guess….but, I thought the note was cute, anyway…