I have been seeing a chiropractor regularly all year. I started going to him when I was pregnant with Kyle. By now, I have financed his third child’s college education. The other day, I received a notice in the mail, and before Kyle could shred it (who needs a shredder when you have a toddler who has memorized the Letter Song from Blue’s Clues?) I learned that my insurance coverage for chiropractic visits maxed out long ago, leaving me with a hefty balance. Indignantly I called the office to cancel my next visit. I had been planning on breaking it off with the chiropractor for weeks, and this gave me an excuse. “It’s not you, it’s my insurance,” I told the secretary.
Four days later, I threw my back out. See, people? This is the kind of thing that happens to me every day. Bad irony, karma, and payback. I can’t imagine what kind of crap I was pulling in my former life.
I was only totally hobbled on Saturday, while Notre Dame laid the green carpet out for Boston College and said “please beat us, we beg of you, and we would love for the referees to aid you in your quest.” It all seemed like a bad dream by Sunday, which also seemed like a bad dream, and come to think of it, today seems like a bad dream too. See, I haven’t actually slept since Friday night. My children have renewed their conspiracy against me, and take shifts screaming and crying and wetting the bed in the middle of the night. (Yes, I have heard of overnight-strength diapers.)
In a fog, I tried to play with Kyle this morning as I rocked Brady in his bouncy seat and sucked down a second cup of coffee. I found the cow from the Fisher Price Little People farm set…from when I was growing up. For some reason, it has made it into the moving boxes of every move I have undertaken since I left home for college. I have proudly incorporated it into Kyle’s toy library, where it languishes, un-played-with.
“Hey Kyle,” I said. “Look at this toy! This was Mommy’s when Mommy was a little girl.”
He didn’t give it a sideways glance.
“No, Mommy,” he said. “That’s old cow.”
Fine. I needed a muse anyway.
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And why did the C’s office wait so long to tell you that your insurance maxed out?
Can you get your internist to say that chiropractic is “appropriate” therapy for you?
P.S.: How sweet that you kept that cow. Do you have a black and white one too?
we had the same cow in our fisher price set!
Your chiropractor should have given you a head’s up when your insurance ran out.
So now I know where your cow fascination started. This brings back memories. “I am an apteryx. A wingless bird with hairy feathers.” “I am a cow.”
Oh, but why would the chiropractor give her a heads up and lose the income stream? That would just be silly! “Old cow” – LOL!
Holy cow! (pun intended) I have been so busy this week that I forgot to check my favorite blog. Look at all these postings–I love this story and I love this cow. She’s adorable.