It's official. I need to invent something immediately and sail around the world. Not only do Mondays suck @$$, my body is now physically rejecting the act of sitting in an office chair.
I have sciatica and it hurts. According to the chiropractor I have been handing out money to, I also have a serious case of scoliosis. Thanks for the devastating news "Doctor".
This all reminds of one of the most amazing conversations I've ever had the privilege of being part of - When a 60+ year old woman was told by a Pilates instructor that she was left handed, not right handed, as she had been trained to believe for the past 6 decades.
My mind was blown in a series of small explosions as she waxed poetic about how different her life could have been if she'd known that she was left-handed. Would she have been an artist? Would she still have met her husband? Would she have learned to speak French?
I didn't have the heart to tell her that Pilates instructors, much like Chiropractors, are not really in a position to tell you life-changing medical information without at least handing you one tiny grain of salt.
Without scoliosis would I have been a ballerina? Would I be able to put my legs behind my head? Would I have invented Spanx first?
Oh wait, who cares. I want to go back to bed.
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