dorei

Ah, there ain't nothin like being awakened to the sounds of vomiting. The daughter appears to have gotten a stomach bug of some sort. Joy. That definitely means a doctor visit for her today. I've got her snuggled up in her bed again with the dog, trying to get rid of the post-vomitus shakes. Don't you hate that feeling?

I've been putting myself through the torture of isometrics on my glutes. I think all the pole dancing classes have tightened up some of those muscles, making it rather painful to walk at times. So, the chiro told me to pull up my knee to my chest and turn my ankle towards the side and pull. For the normal person, this shouldn't hurt at all. But for me, whose glutes are tighter than a nun's twat? Sheer agonizing torture. The doc said if I come back next week and have the same look of terror in my eyes when he goes to stretch them for me? He'll know I haven't been doing the exercises. ~sigh~

The things I get myself into. Dammit. I deserve a cookie after this. Or pie. Mmmm. Pie.