The truth hurts!

I've done something to my back, it's been horrible for over 2 weeks now, maybe it's a side effect from the Monistat 7, who knows? Anyway, I've been going to the chiropractor for adjustments, traction and massage therapy {I love me a good massage!} to help me walk like a woman not someone who could pass for one of the cavemen on the evolution chart. Today was the first time I saw my original doctor since May. After asking what my complaint was and adjusting my wrists {first time for that, I'm also getting carpal tunnel, I'm freaking falling apart I tell ya!} I laid on the table and prepared myself to be cracked in half when he said "stop working out?". For those of you who missed the question mark at end of that sentence he wasn't suggesting that I stop working out he was asking if I had! 


Now I know I've gained a pound or 18 but he was the first to acknowledge it and I have to say I'm not a fan! As soon as I can walk upright again without chewing on pain pills I'll be hitting the gym! 


I did find one positive from my experience and I'm hoping to turn it into a fantastically entertaining post. It will be funny and raw. It will involve the largest man I have ever seen in real life. My massage therapists technique and how my jiggly parts made me shades of uncomfortable for almost 60 minutes. Oh and Monistat 7, there will be more talk about that. If you can't handle nudity, awkward positions and yeast infections you may not want to read that post. I'll warn you in advance Dad and Honey I would hate to scar you! 

Since I may or may not have popped a muscle relaxer and half a Percocet 30 minutes ago I think it would be in everyone best interest if I hold off writing that post until tomorrow.