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I went to the chriopracticblah and got x rays and a nerve scan and some guy poking at me for awhile. I was asked to return again tommorow to start treatment in prety much snapping my back to where it is supposed to be. The hip issue is buggin me. Because my back is off, my right hip is a little over an inch higher than the left.
And my arm has been bleeding for about 20 mins and i cant figure out why.
A memory has been running through my mind since my appointment. I told the doc that it started with by sports injuries from basketball and he made the point came up that its not that harsh of a sport. But it was, everyday rain, snow, groundation whatever we would get a ball somehow be it stollen from school, the boys and girls club, some shmuck with a yard that left all thier shit in the yard or where ever we could find one and would get all the guys (and me being the only gal) and make the towing sign hanging from the car ports in our apartments the hoop. If you held the ball in your hand and hit the sign hard enough to bend over then you got an extra point. If you shot from the middle of the road you got three. That was a tough game. We would beat the shit out of each other! Bounce the ball off of someones gut to shake them up, get slammed on someone's way to the hoop and go flying 10 feet and skid on your back across the cement. I watched one of the guys, demetri get socked in the jaw because he had the ball and marquies wanted the damn flat thing. Yeah he got grounded for a long time but he was still out there playing the next day.
Memories like that are useless but comforting.
And my arm has been bleeding for about 20 mins and i cant figure out why.
A memory has been running through my mind since my appointment. I told the doc that it started with by sports injuries from basketball and he made the point came up that its not that harsh of a sport. But it was, everyday rain, snow, groundation whatever we would get a ball somehow be it stollen from school, the boys and girls club, some shmuck with a yard that left all thier shit in the yard or where ever we could find one and would get all the guys (and me being the only gal) and make the towing sign hanging from the car ports in our apartments the hoop. If you held the ball in your hand and hit the sign hard enough to bend over then you got an extra point. If you shot from the middle of the road you got three. That was a tough game. We would beat the shit out of each other! Bounce the ball off of someones gut to shake them up, get slammed on someone's way to the hoop and go flying 10 feet and skid on your back across the cement. I watched one of the guys, demetri get socked in the jaw because he had the ball and marquies wanted the damn flat thing. Yeah he got grounded for a long time but he was still out there playing the next day.
Memories like that are useless but comforting.