20 on Ice

and 40 off. Less the time it takes me to raise myself up from my bed of ouch to bring the ice pack back to the freezer to recharge.

I fainted this morning and scared the bejesus out of poor Sarcasm Girl, whose sarcasm deserted her entirely. She should know better: we share a fainting disorder, and the swoon can be triggered by a sudden sharp pain, of which I have a surplus right now.

Saw chiropractor today. He tssked heartily, said to keep doing what I was doing, and make sure the girls did all the work. This is going to resolve, I just wish it would resolve, like, now.

Huh

Okay, flat on my back with ice packs, I have been alternately reading and listening to TV while I surf the web. What in God's name do they think they mean when a commercial touts a salad dressing "made with real ingredients"--not natural ingredients, or fresh ingredients, but real ingredients. As opposed to fantasy ingredients, maybe? Sheesh. Maybe it's just that I'm grouchy cause I'm in pain, but...sheesh.