Forced Laziness
On Friday night, after the art show, we came home to settle in for the evening. Matt was killing zombies with the boys online and i was catching up on LJ/flickr. i went into the kitchen to get something to drink and was standing at the kitchen table with a bottle of Pepsi and my subtalar joint really went wacko. It has a history of acting up when i'm on it alot, but i wasn't doing anything. i was just making a cocktail and it just went. Scary. So i spent Saturday sitting on the couch, catching up on TV and icing it down.
In the afternoon, Matt took me over to see our buddy Steve, the chiropractor. He did some pushing and pulling and tapping and stuff. He was going to put the electrostim on it, but it was almost closing time for them and i said, hell, just tell me where and i can do that at home. Y'know, sometimes the difference between a medical therapy device and a kinky sex toy is just where you place the electrodes.