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THE HORROR!

Sorry that I haven't been on much all. Starting over is tough, but a new better paying job does help. I've made new friends and I'm adjusting well to my new surroundings. Even if I get lost most of the time because the ******** civil engineers were on crack when it came to naming these damn streets! How many different 1st [insert st, blvd, pl etc. here] [insert another st, blvd, pl, etc. here] does one damn town need?! >.<

Anyway, things are good except for my back. Apparently it's more crooked than a politician. It leans to far to the left, doesn't curve properly (it's damn near straight as an arrow), and my pelvic bone is not centered. I learned all about this today from the chiropractor (did I mention he resembles Mark Paul Gosselaar with a shaved head?) I went to. He explains to me everything about how he's going to start doing various adjustment techniques to get my back back to normal, but more importantly me not in pain anymore.

I have to admit that this guy scared the living s**t out me with my first adjustment today. He has me on the bed (no, not like that Jaeger) and asks me to lay on my side, criss cross my arms in front of my chest as I bend the top leg at the knee. He positions himself in front of me and starts rolling me towards him. He tells me to trust him (wrong thing to say to a chick who already doesn't trust doctors) and to relax (...O_o). I've been in pain since july so at this point I'm desperate. So, I try to relax as he rolls me forward. He starts getting his hands into place to do the adjustment, but takes his time since he can sense I'm nervous. I take a deep breathe and fully relax. No sooner than I do, he makes his move. I heard this pop noise that sounded like someone's car had a backfire from hell! If it wasn't for my current pain or the fact that I thought he had broken something of mine, I'd had bolted out of the bed and hauled a**. Thankfully, I was ok. Minus the heartattack. Then the demented hottie has me rollover to work on the other side. gonk Well, I do. Same thing, but without the heartattack. He helps me up (damn he smelled good) and has me walk around the room. I do and notice that although I do still have pain, my range of motion is a bit better. He says thats a good thing and that he actually worked the adjustment a bit harder to see how much I could take. He then tells me that he wants me to come in for more adjustments and that he's not letting me go back to work till friday (I love my new doctor).

Well, I go back tomorrow to be scared straight again and may be going in on Saturday. I will keep you all updated as much as possible. *hugs and kisses all*

Gosselaar, Rossenbaum...either way I win. xd heart

Glad things are improving for you, Greer. Back problems are a drag. I've had to be careful about those in my line of work. Also, have fun drooling over the cute doctor. xd

Hey d**k, if the girls don't want to listen to you just do what I do: threaten to kill them. Kids listen real well when they are convinced you'll hurt them. Waving a gun around works wonders for their attention spans.

Yeah, just send any questions my way. Make sure to ask who, if anyone they're associated with.

I said a few pages back that if anyone told me there was anyone on God's green Earth scarier than Hanshi Hamada I'd call them a damn liar. Here's a little something to reenforce that statement:

Hamada holds many official positions, one of which is head of all the martial arts programs at Old Dominion University. So this guy I'm acquainted with, Bill Varner, needs to get some phys ed credits and has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Hamada teaches Japanese arts, but he doesn't teach the introductory classes, his assistants do.

Guess who comes in as a guest instructor on the second day of class, and Varner was wearing his Tae Kwon Do uniform. Hamada points his kendo stick at Varner and says, "YOU! You're a Tae Kwon Do black belt!" Please keep in mind that if you're from another style, you usually inform the instructor, and you sure as s**t don't wear your belt from that other style without permission. Hamada starts walking towards Varner, leaving Varner with really one option.

Varner ran.

No change of clothes, didn't bother with his shoes. Dude just hauled a** out of the gym. Then he looks over his shoulder.

THERE'S HAMADA WITH THE KENDO STICK IN HOT PERSUIT!

Varner ran straight out of the building and across the parking lot, fortunately his car was unlocked. He jumped in and locked the door. Hamada whacked the car a few times with the stick and demanded Varner come out. Varner just cowered in his car shaking his head.

This was at 2 in the afternoon. Varner didn't get out of his car until 8 that night to get his stuff.

Heh. Ol' Hamada has a track record of such things. He was at Judo seminar and was partnered up with some poor devil who had no clue who he was. He actually got a throw in and dumped Hamada, and Hamada sprung right back up. Next go around Hamada threw him through a wall. The guy looked up with a total "holy s**t, who the hell is this guy, and please don't let him kill me" look, and Hamada looks down, holds up a finger and says, "You only get one."

Ah, moving and the joys and trials that come along with it. I still haven't completely given up on getting the hell out of this town.

Not as much money. No cool toys. But he's got serious connections to Japan's Emperial Family, and in a straight fight between him and Batman, Batman's a** would be grass. The guy's pushing 60, and I still won't even think about taking him on.