Thanks to the skiing debacle and over-Kinecting my back is jacked. My past three run attempts have ended with a raging headache, which is my body’s way of screaming, “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT HERE!” After a pitiful run yesterday, I popped two Excedrin Migraine pills and called my chiropractor. They had nothing available yesterday but instead had a 10:15 appointment free today. Thank goodness, because I woke up with a stiff neck and a throbbing skull. I blame the five falls in Santa Fe as well as competing to keep the upper hand in Kinect Adventures. Combined with traveling and poor sleeping, it all adds up to a bad back.
Naturally, the boys protested my needing to get adjusted (they wanted to stay home in their pajamas), and I responded sternly with, “Trust me. You WANT me to feel better.”
And feel better, I do. I’m actually about to get on the treadmill for an uphill brisk walk (gonna take a day off from running) and hope I don’t undo what was magically done this morning. After he adjusted me, I could turn my head to the left without wincing. That’s progress. I’ll probably go back again this week for another fix.
I will also get back to work on the book after more than a week off. The encouraging part is that we’re three chapters away from being done with the content. What’s left is the mechanics – the table of contents, the index, the dust cover, the foreward… Still, the finish line is nearly in sight. If I were to compare this to a marathon, I’d say we’re at mile 21. We’ve hit the wall and are hurdling through the temptation to quit. Jim, especially. He’s expressed how tired he is of it all and that it’s sucked the life out of him for the past year (though he’s been working on it steadily for five years altogether).
Recently I emailed him that we needed to nail down a title, and he responded with a list: “The Title Sucks, but the Book is Sure Good,” “My Family Comes Second,” and “Jim’s Desperate Attempt to Find Significance in his Life.” I got a chuckle out of that. I certainly empathize.