I didn’t get the hours of sleep I usually do last night – between 5 and 6. Icky. Still, there’s a lot of bad shit going on in this world, so my short little sleep is absolutely nothing to complain a
bout.
I had just dropped Ethan off and headed to Maggie’s school when “Hand Clap” by Fitz and the tantrums came on. Maggie and I both started car dancing together, her in the backseat, and smiling – one of those unexpected, beautiful moments of bonding. That girl is turning me to a pop-listener. I hold fast on my “No Bieber, no Kanye” rule, but I’m really digging some of these tunes.
Things are clicking with me, more and more. Granted, I was told from the very beg
inning that it is a tremendous learning curve, yet my ego kept assuring me I’d “get it” faster. Nope, not by a long shot. Still, this sense of “okayness” with my map starting to take shape is very gratifying. From someone who had no idea in grad school what my preferred population was, only to shift towards adolescents, particularly those in juvenile hall, and see the trauma-focus gathering speed, I like it.
I headed to the doctor. I went in with high expectations because I heard a p
owerful story, so I was hoping for delivery. This man, who is very kind and very vocal about his relationship with God (there were bibles in each of the rooms I was in) explained things to me which make sense. He is a chiropractor, however not a pop-n-crack chiropractor in the traditional sense. He uses a vertebral distraction pump to slide the disc back to the correct anatomical position. This man, who knew nothing other than I had suffered a TBA and was in a coma, was able to tell me where I sustained my head injury to the exact point because of my skull. Blew me away. My L1-L5 vertebrates are bad and it will take about 6 visits, but he feels he can help. Next visit is Thursday.
At home I made my first casserole from leftovers. I’m not a casserole person, so this is grown-up-shit for me. Mags loved it. The jury is still out with 
Ethan. As for me, I stuck with my dinner-plan. It gets really tough sometimes, because food is my significant-other right now, but every time I get discouraged, I touch my collarbone and carry one. I am down to about 2.5 days til nachos. I.Can’t.Wait.
Pictures: Snow in Pollock: Our beautiful Nature Walk in Camino; It won’t be long before these El Dorado hills are covered with buildings; And far off in the distance, Ranch Seco, which was decommissioned years ago <and I went scuba diving with one of the engineers who was involved in the process> looks as if it has a ghost….
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