I Pity The Fool
Tuesday morning I woke up at 1am with the most excruciating migraine/neck displacement I have ever had. My too-much-watching-Grey's-Anatomy self diagnosed it as an erupted brain aneurysm but thankfully I was wrong. I tried medicine, hot bath, tiger balm, heat. You name it, I tried it. It was awful. I couldn't sleep it off. I was just awake thinking about all the things that are stressing me out and waiting for the earliest spot at my chiropractor to get it taken care of ASAP. 11am. I went into my chiropractor's office, sunglasses on and looking like a diva as Mr. T walked in and asked what's wrong. Maybe it was the stress of life I put on myself or just the pain in my body, but I started to cry (shocker). I apologized for crying to which he told me that it's okay and I need to let it out. He had a plan of how to help the pain go away and I was eager for anything. Laying down was painful. Everything was painful. But I laid there trying to get myself to rela