PT stands for Pretty Tired.

So I started that PT for my ankle and it actually turns out my ENTIRE right side from lower back down is a tad messed up.  Who knew?  Apparently my right hip sits further forward than my left and that explains a lot of my issues.

And this morning this physical therapist/chiropractor dude with big muscles threw my body around like a sack of potatoes and now I’m sore and have some pain in my back.  But my ankle feels pretty good.

He also put needles in me, as in acupuncture.  Uh huh.

I was celebrating getting older earlier in the week but now I’m starting to re-think that.

Anyway, I’m laying here in my new craft-matic bed (it’s actually a Serta but I still like to call it that, just for funsies…) and moaning while I edit a few pictures I’ve taken recently.

That’s about all I can muster.  When did 37 turn into 87?

Advil anyone?

This last one is a glimpse into my daily life.  Our living room, me doing something on my laptop, K yelling at her brothers (out of the picture on the left), while trying to play a game on my phone.  I promise we went outside minutes later and ate organic snacks while out there reading books and learning foreign languages. Oh and crafting. Yes, totally…….

;-P