As I was driving home from a birthday party last weekend, the pressure in my chest became so irritating, that I was sure I could not live with this symptom indefinitely. The kids and I stopped to see our chiropractor on the spur of the moment. He adjusted me and explained that a couple of misaligned vertebrae could have been causing the heaviness in my chest, but he didn't make any grand promises. Over the next two days, however, my cough went away, and I began to feel much better. I haven't had any trouble since. Yea for a good chiropractor!
And yea for a good beautician too. Jen gave me another hair consultation last week. These appointments can hardly be called hair cuts yet. My hair has become wildly, tightly curly. It's fun, but as it grows, I don't know what to do with it. My sweet husband called me Topiary Head, which I thought was a hilariously apt description for some of my bad hair days. As Jen was handling my hair at her salon, she referred to it as The Beast a couple of times. I really liked her styling ideas. But since my camera broke at Christmas time, you'll just have to imagine what I look like as a nicely styled topiary.