Today Martin apparently got tired of hearing me cry out in pain every time I moved my shoulder. Wuss. So he took me to the chiropracter. Turns out I actually fu**ed up a ligament in the car accident which I made worse by vacuuming today. Whod'a thunk? The annoying part is, since it's a ligament, it will probably take MONTHS for it to heal. What a pisser. But on the bright side at least I know I wasn't being a complete whiner about how much it hurt, and maybe there will be less vacuuming in my immediate future. I mourn for how it will affect my housecleaning, though. Poop.
Off to let my sweetie put icy gel on my shoulder...
