I start the day with extreme back pain. I lay on ice, do some stretching exercises, and my husband gives me a massage, but there is little improvement. Soon and gratefully, I am on my way to an emergency chiropractor appointment. Already cold from 20 minutes lying on ice, the chilly morning air seems colder than its 55 degrees.
Leaving the chiropractor’s office, I have some relief but not enough to put in a full day of work. A quick call to a friend cancels our Christmas lunch. Three hours of work later, still craving my morning coffee that is probably sitting, cold and lonely, on the dining room table, I head for home.
Hopefully, an afternoon of rest will allow me to pick up my grandchildren at the sitter in the evening and get in some gift-wrapping time after they go to bed tonight. Is Christmas really this Sunday?? I remember as a child being perplexed that adults seemed to resent and even dislike Christmas. Now, I get it. I totally get it.