If you’ve been keeping track, yes my injured hip is back and so is my physical therapy team. There are some new comers as well, my team of chiropractors. This time around we discovered that my hip is just wrong. So through popping and muscle training we are hoping to correct that. Yes, I’m popping…
But it is important to know that this is a natural part of the working out process; there will be weeks when you simply can’t go to the gym.
Blah blah blah physics.
Be ready for the intense, stabbing pain at any moment.
You go through that emotional roller coaster, a box of sour patch kids, and a glass of wine, and not cry. I dare you.
I freaked out but didn’t die.
And when I get lazy, I watch TV instead of write. Writing is hard, and takes a lot of brain power. I need to save my energy to do it.
The title is that because my life is so awkwardly funny that it borders on sad. Let me explain.
Officially the poorest.
Dang, that’s a lot of corn.