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February 28, 1997
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February 28, 1997
Managed to drive out to my final chiropractic appointment. This one was handled exclusively by Juan, whose deep tissue massage was as excruciating as usual. Interestingly, Dr. John did not handle my adjustment (as he normally does), but sloughed off the duties onto Juan. Juan, despite repeated attempts, was unable to complete the adjustment to anyone's satisfaction. Finally gave up and just asked me if I felt better. Strangely, I did.February 27, 1997
The codeine helped, but I've not been able to get out of bed. Even rolling over hurts. Finished my Sherlock Holmes anthology. God life is boring...and painful.February 26, 1997
After yesterday's disasterous re-injury of my back, spent day in agony. Would've sold soul to devil for some degree of signficant pain relief. Clearly, deal was refused.Around mid-day held my own Bataan Death March and walked three blocks to Kaiser Permanente offices. (Would have driven, but I can't sit down.) Doctor gave me a quick once over and said that there was no permanent injury. Gave me a codeine prescription. We'll be flying high tonight!
February 25, 1997
"Davison gets the ball top of the key, fakes left, drives down the lane to the right of the paint, pulls up—uh oh, Bob, that didn't look good.""It sure didn't, Tom."
"Hunter with the ball now on the dribble-drive over the half court line—stolen by Dineen along the left front court! Say, Bob, where'd Davison go?"
"He's in the key, Sam, rolling around on the floor."
"You hate to see that, Bob."
"You sure do, Sam."
February 23, 1997
Finally registered to vote after an agonizing decision over which party to join. Who knew that the Mickey Mouse Club wasn't an option? Finally opted to go independent after prolonged study of the two major parties convinced me that I'd lose all my self-respect—all that's left anyway—if I joined either one. Took a wonderful evening walk with Erin. Admired all the houses we'll never be able to afford to buy.February 20, 1997
Decided to start trying to lucid dream, a dream experience where you're asleep but still aware that (1) you're dreaming and (2) you can control the action. I had one once years ago. It's very refreshing. I won't be keeping my dream journal on-line since apparently most lucid dreamers go through a "sex" phase early on. My parents can handle a lot of things, but I don't think seeing my subconscious sexual fantasies is one of them. May I stay in the will, please?February 18, 1997
Enjoyed an hour and a half of massage therapy complete with oils and surf sounds. Exxon Valdez minus the wildlife carnage. Back is still somewhat sore, but the rest of me feels great. Very wonderful, very meditative experience. Alternative medicine like this has been shunned far too long in our Western culture. These treatments are relatively inexpensive, and they work. Made next massage therapy appointment; cancelled visit to the dentist.Installed Pretty Good Privacy (PGP) and published my Public Key so that anyone can send me encrypted e-mail. (Details in Feedback.) Hope to convince at least one of my friends that this is terrific fun so that I'll have somebody to write in "secret code." Otherwise, this was a Pretty Big Wastle of Time (PBWT) and a Pretty Dumb Idea (PDI).
February 17, 1997 — Presidents' Day
Did some moving of electronic equipment and found answer to the age-old question, "How much weight is okay to lift when one has a back injury?" Decided to burn my Mensa application. Will have to find another use for my Crayola set. Sadly, I awoke this morning feeling like million bucks. After my chiropractic visit (with the lovely Dr. Kim), I felt darn near cured. Moved equipment in mid-afternoon. Now feel like a million buckwheat pancakes. But with lower I.Q.February 16, 1997
Went for a short jog with Erin in an attempt to see how my back was holding up. Answer: Fair to partly cloudy. The sharp piercing pain of the last week is now down to more of dull ache. Spent day listening to Pink Floyd and Metallica for a pick-me-up.February 15, 1997
Back problems continue, though there's now no question that I'm healing. Talked with a friend who's a licensed massage therapist. She said the main complaints against chiropractic treatment center around (1) the violence employed in moving the spine to the "correct" position (no kidding!) and (2) the number of initial visits required and their corresponding cost. In short, it hurts and it's expensive. Sort of like being a fan of the Portland Trail Blazers and having season tickets. Made a massage therapy appointment for Tuesday.February 14, 1997 — Valentine's Day
Enjoyed a happy love day capped by a viewing of the newly enhanced Star Wars. (Boy, is that romance guy-style, or what?) On the whole, the new special effects were interesting and served the story well. The new scene with Han and Jabba is terrific.My back continues its love-hate relationship with the rest of my body. Chiropractic physician, the now infamous "Dr. John," wants to see me nine times in the coming three weeks. Despite my immediate rejection of appointments seven through nine, this is turning into one very expensive basketball game. Plan to attend next appointment on Monday, sue for damages on Tuesday.
February 12, 1997
Spent day moping around the house and reading in bed. Had another chiropractic visit, an occurrence which scarred me to such an extent that I was inspired to write an article on it. Erin says nobody will get my "tale" joke in the title, but I think most people are just dumb enough to think it's funny.February 11, 1997
Dear Diary:
I celebrated my 28th birthday by throwing out my back in a morning basketball game. Very painful. Bad idea. Must remember to check off on the "to do" list. Saw chiropractor for the first time. Also very painful. Spent remainder of day in bed with ice pack. Ventured out in evening for a rendevous with Erin at the girls' varsity basketball game. She brought Togo's sandwiches and 7-Up for my romantic birthday dinner. Things got out of hand, and we ended up making love at half-court during a time-out. Left under police escort to thunderous applause.