Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wannabe War Zone

Helicopters fly overhead, every single day in this town. Sometimes 5 or 6 of them fly in formation above this house. I'm not talking tiny whirlybirds. I'm talkin' black or dark green military-issue LOUD helicopters. We even get the elongated twin propeller types, designed to hold an entire battalion. Those are incredibly noisy. I try not to be rattled by their pitch and decibel, but they raise my hackles, nonetheless.

We live less than 10 miles from a military base. This morning, I awoke to the soothing sounds of bombing, to the East. Low, rumbling explosions erupted every few minutes. Now and then, one was loud enough to rattle the windows. Perhaps it is no wonder I had anxiety issues for most of the day. Am I supposed to feel comforted, that our military is practicing preparedness? Perhaps I should feel grateful, that I don't reside in an area where our military is blasting at my friends and family with live ammunition?

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Chiropractic Theater

Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and witness the amaaaazing back-cracking skills of Mark, the chiropractor!

Not every chiropractor has an office. Some, like Mark, travel from home to home, offering services. It is less expensive for him to visit patients than to keep up an office. Plus, in the home where I am staying, he provides an afternoon's entertainment. Seriously. The entire family sits downstairs and watches each other get adjusted. They ooh and aah and giggle at the sounds of necks and spines cracking back into position. Plus, they get to socialize and catch up on Mark's life.

I have used chiropractors since I was in my early 20's, and always had a one-on-one doctor/patient relationship. I don't want to know what happens to other patients and I don't want them to witness my appointments! While I have made peace with being on display, during my adjustments, I simply cannot bear to watch and listen to the rest of the household while they are on the table. I sit on the stairs, behind a closed door, until my name is called. It always makes me a bit nervous to have them watching me and I'm sure I tense up a bit. But, so far, Mark has been able to help my back get into alignment. He doesn't touch my lower lumbars, though, due to my ruptured L5 disc.

But honestly, don't you find the idea of chiropractic theater a little odd?

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Will I?

Will I ever find my way?
Will I ever again be excited at the break of day?
Will I ever know, for sure, what the hell happened to me?
Will I find the truth that was meant to set me free?
Will I ever learn from my mistakes?
Will I ever quell this constant ache?
Will I ever be part of "normal society" again?
Will I ever find a community of like-minded friends?
Oh where did I come from and where will I go?
If it is not up to me, then just who the hell knows?