Bad Backs and Bad Dishwashers

Really? That's clean? Come now dishwasher fairy, I feed you. Maybe not the best, but you don't have to crap all over my dishes. Are you really going to insist that I get the expensive stuff? Maybe I'll just get a new dishwasher fairy. How's THAT make your wand sparkle?

So, fairy stuff aside, we did have to switch detergents. I don't know what was on this plate to make the soap residue stick like that, but it just wouldn't come off. We washed it 3 times. I finally washed it by hand, after The Man threatened to throw it away. We probably need to just clean the dishwasher, but I'm not entirely sure how to do that. Still, I don't recommend Kirkland brand dishwasher detergent. At least not in older dishwashers. The dishwasher fairies don't seem to like it.

And here, good readers, is the reason why I have a massage therapist:


This is me (please ignore the giant zit in the middle of my back) about halfway through a session. My massage therapist wanted me to see for myself how bad my back is messed up. He told me to sit up straight, but relaxed. This is the result. I'm completely off kilter. And this is after about 2 years of work. He says I'm tons better than I was, and I feel tons better, but there is still a lot of work to be done.

Here's what it looked like when he was done:

Crazy, no? Too bad it doesn't stay that way. I'm still a little tilted to the right, but not nearly as badly. And look! My elbows are level!

These aren't super recent pictures; they were taken in April. But they are a pretty good idea of what is going on with my back, because I haven't been able to get work done on me more than once a month, thanks to both of our work schedules not coinciding. My word of advise for those pregnant ladies out there: get massages. Regular ones. I had super bad round ligament pain for a while (to the point of not being able to walk very well without it hurting super bad), until my massage therapist figured out what kind of magic to work on me. I can now stand at my job for the most part without wanting to cry, and I can walk. My back also isn't hurting (though that might be from my lack of belly) like I thought for sure it would with the extra weight. Plus, it just feels good. For the most part. If you don't need to be fixed, like me, the relaxing ones are the best. Maybe I'll make him do one of those next time. . . . .