Recently, I have decided that whiplash is my new mortal enemy; previously, it was math. Math is a common mortal enemy, though, so I'm glad I had a reason to change it to whiplash. You may ask, why whiplash? Well, first time I got whiplash I was riding a small, white pony and he spooked at something that was totally unexpected. I fell one way and he went the other, so my neck whipped around. Therefore, whiplash. I went to the chiropractor three times in a week, because it was kind of severe.
Two weeks later I fell off another horse I got whiplash again. But this time it affected my lower back, so now my lower back starts to hurt every time I bend down to pick up something heavy (such as my horse's hooves). In fact, every time I fall off a horse I either hurt my tailbone or get whiplash. No big deal; I go to the chiropractor and I'm all fixed.
Then last Monday I fell off my bike and smacked my chin into the concrete. I didn't hurt myself anywhere else. Except, I got whiplash from my neck being snapped back so hard and so fast. I had to go to the chiropractor three times (I would like to add that my chiro is amazing) in one week. I also had to get stitches on my chin and a tetanus shot. Then to top it all off, I fell off my horse yesterday, just after I was all better from whiplash and my stitches were almost dissolved. So, whiplash again, and I can't explain what happened to my chin. It's kind of a jagged line now, instead of being straight.
Now you know why I am not fond of whiplash.
I would like to state for the record that Fanny does not fall off her horse that often, although this post makes it seem like it. And her chiro, Shamira Rahim, is totally amazing. She's so good, in fact, and such a healer, that Fanny's brother considers Shamira his de facto shrink. xs
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