Attempting to be an adult.

Oct 02, 2007 11:17

So, for anyone who didn't already know and gives a rat's fuzzy behind, I am now working two jobs. Again. (I worked a full time job and a part time job my senior year of high school.) I picked up a morning job at Ross here in Hattiesburg, working in the cash office. The hours are 7:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., though I am usually done and out of the door before 10, 2 to 4 days a week. It's only a few hours a week, but it's some extra spending cash/gas money, so I can't complain.

I have been making weekly visits to the coast, and will continue to do so for probably the month of October. I decided that I have reached a desperation point with my head aches and I used my last available option before I result to prescription medication (most of which is anti-psychotic in nature). I was tired of being in constant pain. I made an appointment with my dad's Chiropractor two weeks ago and have been going for weekly "adjustments" since.
'Why drive to the coast to go to the Chiropractor' you ask? Because he is my dad's Chiropractor. I'll not have any random stranger poking around with my spine and neck, thank you very much. And, again, my father goes to this man regularly. My dad HATES doctors with an unbridled passion. If he's not mostly dead, he won't go. Period. He and this doctor are on a first name basis and dad was even willing to help pay for it if I started going.
So every Friday I drive home and get my neck and back played with.

I haven't had a headache (save for the sinus headache I had last week....but that is a separate issue) in two weeks. For the last 8 months I have had a headache everyday: 24 hours a day, seven days a week....Until two weeks ago. Then they stopped. I woke up that morning and thought something was very wrong, then realized that something was very right. I was not in any pain anymore.
So, yes, it is worth the drive.
My pocketbook is suffering a tad, but hopefully in a few weeks I will go to monthly visits and life will be fabulous.

More later. Must go to work.

life (not the magazine), back cracking, homelife

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