Hip Hop

I thought you'd like to know that I finally dragged myself off the couch and visited the local chiropractor. I should have gone last Tuesday, as soon as I felt the pain...but what do I know. Anyway, I feel so much better today. My hips were out of whack...and by that very specific medical terminology, I mean uneven to the degree that one leg was "shorter" than the other. Not actually shorter--I got scared when I thought they actually and truly might be uneven--but that I was standing and sitting and walking and sleeping unevenly. And consequently the uneven distribution of my weight was throwing me out of sync, my joint was experiencing trauma, and my nerves experienced sporadic shooting pains.

I felt like I was the one with the trauma, but then how does one separate herself from her body in actuality? Stuck like glue we are through thick and thin. And I do mean that quite literally, unfortunately. (I always did prefer the thin...though when you think about it I think the originators of that expression meant for the good times to be thick and the bad times to be thin.) But I digress.

So, you might ask (if you've made it this far) how did this happen to my dear friend and/or Mother? Good question. The chiropractor certainly didn't care. He was a fix it guy. My kind of guy. The past is past. But he did recommend that I desist from moving queen size mattresses and box springs, and lifting heavy objects and walking on uneven surfaces and doing any jumping or running for the next little while. All right by me. And probably if I'm going to do any Zumba, just do the arm movements. Funny, huh? If you know anything about Zumba it's all about the hips. I'd look pretty funny standing still and waving my arms about. Not that I don't look funny trying to keep up with the little Zumba ibot or icon or whatever you call her. Glad I didn't pay for the class.