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Friday, March 12th, 1999

Another "adjustment" today from my chiropractor, Dr. Steve. The session started out with me reading this terribly vague, terribly written pamphlet on how increasing body "function" will increase body health. Ok. During the little white-board session, where Dr. Steve illustrated this for me, he used lung cancer as an example of how the body will "malfunction". Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him to use an example other than lung cancer, and promptly burst into tears at the end of my sentence. Ugh. He couldn't of known, of course, that my father recently died of lung cancer (or close enough to make me extremely sensitive on the topic occasionally). I gathered myself together all right, but Dr. Steve was kinda wary with me after that.

The actual pressure-point "adjustments" didn't seem to do anything this time. He was trying to get me out of his office when I said, "Y'know, it just feels like I need to crack my neck." "Well, I can do that," said Dr. Steve, "ok. Fine. Lie down again." And he cracked my neck and I felt much better immediately. He seemed disgruntled, warning that such drastic measures are often only a temporary fix.

Every month, my company buys lunch for everyone. Today, we had a sushi company lunch, which I was supposed to be in charge of. Judith, who knows more about sushi than I (I don't eat fish or any kind of meat, really), took over most of it. Still, people were extremely appreciative, as sushi is expensive and therefore a treat.

I had the avocado and cucumber and pickled radish until I finally tried a California roll (with crab). Yummmy! I *occasionally* will eat crab meat, but no other, but usually in very small quantities. I was surprised how much better the crab tasted than the vegetarian stuff I had been eating. I'm tempted to try fish, soon. David offered to take me out to sushi sometime and show me the less fishy-tasting items. I've had bits of salmon before, but it may be much easier for me to stomach if it's disguised in a roll of rice and seaweed. I just wonder if eating fish once a week might help with my dwindling energy level. And then I feel guilty.

There's a project that Mary Anne and I were discussing yesterday...not sure if I should mention it yet. Anyhow, Mary Anne, I found someone who's willing to help us who's got, um, "all the right stuff". The rest of you, stay tuned for details. You'll get them soon, I promise.
David and my roommate, Aron, jammed yesterday. David brought him over and showed him all his guitars and other stringed instruments. Personally, I think they have a lot in common, and I can't wait to hear what they come up with.
I spent far too much money on flowers again. I bought some double anemones (five little ones, with ruffly petals), some red and red-and-yellow primroses (which were on sale), some dill (which is for David so he can make salad dressing later this summer) and some blue-and-cream columbine*, which is the prettiest little flower I think I've ever seen. The weather is pretty again, so I think David and I will do some work in the garden and set some of these out tomorrow. *Somewhat in honor of Columbine herself.
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