Oh, The Agony

My back has been hurting for about three weeks now. This is not a long time, but the pain is really bad and constant. I've started to feel depressed and kind of reclusive. I can't imagine how people put up with long term pain. I'd go insane.

I'm only one week into chiropractor's visits, and I'll just go ahead and admit it, I'm being a big baby about it because right after adjustments I think I'm going to die. I don't know how long it would take a really tough person (like Indiana Jones) to start crying about the constant pain/threat of pain. I need some sort of "Titty Baby Scale", if you will.

Since the dawn of every day leaves me with the chilling task of putting socks and shoes on, and my favorite shoes are really old and offer no support, it occured to me that a new pair of shoes may help me. Okay, maybe it didn't occur to me until I talked to the Office Manager/Wife of my chiropractor. But still, there was occuring, and it happened to me, so shut your pie hole.

So, this is how you know I'm on the brink of insanty.

I bought a pair of Crocs.

If this doesn't prove that I'm deeply in pain, nothing will. I can't abide ugly shoes, y'all. I hated to even be in the same ROOM with Crocs. Yet, I'm wearing them right on my very feet.

And I *like* them.

My back pain is totally the Braxton-Hicks contractions of the birth of the Anti-Christ, and the Crocs on my feet a foreshadowing of the coming apocalypse.