When I woke up yesterday morning and raised my body to get out of bed, my first thought was ‘FUCK. THIS.’ It was not a Folgers-in-your-cup kind of morning. Instead, it was one that elicited tears and made me wonder how much better I would feel if I were dead.
Not only is my uterus trying to destroy me, but I have a pain in my back that is so extreme simply existing is taxing. When I met my Chiropractor for an assessment of my back, he asked me, with a hint of gleeful anticipation, ‘What makes your back feel better?’ and my deadpan response was, ‘Not breathing.’ The x-rays he took confirmed the no breathing thing, and his assessment was that I was totally not messing around. I needed help. My back is in bad shape, and since ‘not breathing’ is not an option, he devised a plan of attack intent on relieving me of the horror plaguing me on a daily basis.