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Dans de soleil.

~ Meg ~ 47 Comments

This is the Sunshine Blog award. I should just take the “awards free blog” notice off my sidebar and change it to “selectively and randomly accepting awards because I don’t want to offend anyone, but don’t expect me to play by the rules” or something like that…

So in that spirit, let’s just call this “nine random questions” asked by:  Robert C. Day of levishedated, shall we?  My friend Diane D. of ladieswholunchreviews, also gave me a nod for this award without twisting my arm to join in, so I’ll give a shout out to her as well. If you aren’t following these two bloggers you’re missing out. Both are lovely people and talented writers with marvelous senses of humor.  Without further dithering, here goes…

  1. Where in the world would you like to live for the next 6 months if money and responsibilities were of no concern?  Paris, France. Art, history, culture, food, wine… Need I say more? I am already practicing the language.
  2. What is your favourite part of a rainbow?  The apex.
  3. Why do you not forgive your worst enemy?  Assuming I am my own worst enemy, which is what I think you’re getting at… I am working on it.
  4. How many smiles do you think you could give people in a single day?  Um, till my face hurts?
  5. When will you be famous?  Probably the day after I die. img_4026
  6. Who is your idol?  Idol… Nope, can’t think of any one person I idolize. Fangirl over? Now that’s a whole other thing. I have an extensive list. How long can this be? Seriously?
  7. Do you dream in colour (do you dream at all?)  Yes. Full color, high definition!
  8. Describe the sensation of falling off the edge of a tall building in a dream. Undoubtedly, it was my fault for getting too close in the first place. I love the sensation of peering over the edge and it will be the death of me someday. So the sensation is exhilarating. I tumble over and over until I’m dizzy. I laugh out loud (because it’s a dream, right?) and flatten out so I slow a little and watch the ground come up to meet me. With inches to go, I take a deep breath, close my eyes and… 
  9. What are the 3 most interesting things about your wardrobe?  1) there is almost no color besides black and blue. 2) I have a dozen of the exact same black scoop neck t-shirts.  3) I have some surprisingly high heeled shoes even though the rest of my wardrobe is rather monotonous. Viola:

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That wasn’t too tedious, was it? Hopefully, I won’t be subjecting you to another of these type of things for a while. Now, back to my French lessons… Adieu!

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Self Care

~ Meg ~ 81 Comments

The awards notice on the top of my sidebar seems to be of no consequence to my dear friends here on WP! I do appreciate being nominated. It’s just that I feel weird trying to pass the award on to others. And for either one of two reasons: 1) leaving someone out or 2) forcing the burden of passing it on to another. Nevertheless, my recent nomination by Tarnished Soul for the Miranda Sings Award presented an opportunity to do something that I might actually need right now. Find seven things to love about myself. I know, it sounds a bit egotistical, doesn’t it? I suppose it would be if you were a naturally confident, self assured, positive and extroverted person. Yeah, I’m not…tmsa.png

Seven things I love about myself. Uh, here goes..

  1. I have excellent reading comprehension skills.
  2. I am extremely inquisitive. (Though some would say that’s not a good thing).
  3. I really like my current haircut. (I know that’s stupid, but I’m already struggling with this.)
  4. My boobs are nice. (TMI, but they are!)
  5. I have a good sense of humor. (Obviously!)
  6. Oh yeah… I guess I’m good at this writing thing. Maybe. Or at the very least I like what I write!
  7. I must be humble because I can’t think of another damned thing…

Here’s where I deviate from the rules. I’m not going to pass on the nomination to anyone else. But thanks again my friend Tarnished Soul for thinking of me! You are a sweetheart!

Playing Doctor…

~ Meg ~ 63 Comments

A look at my other life…

I don’t talk about my “real job” very much. But I had an interesting and very different week from normal this week. So let me tell you about it.

I am a chiropractor. And while most people think of chiropractors as the doctor you see when you have a sore back or a stiff neck, it’s really way more than that.  Chiropractic is a science, art and philosophy. A philosophy? What does that mean, exactly?

Without going into exhaustive detail, it means that this profession was founded on principles that remain true to this day:

  • The human body has an innate ability to heal itself.
  • It can do so perfectly if there is no interference to those systems that the body utilizes for healing.
  • Interference can manifest itself as a vertebral subluxation – an impingement of the nerves leading from the spinal cord to all the organs and systems of the body.
  • This impingement can occur when the bones of the spine, the vertebra, lose their proper position in relation to their neighbors above and below. Again that is a simplification. The physiological effects are much more complex.  But think about it, your brain and spinal cord, the central nervous system, are the primary communication system by which our beautiful brains tell the rest of the body what to do, how to respond and so forth. How can a body heal itself if it can’t get the message from the brain or to the brain from the periphery?
  • Chiropractors assist in removing this interference when they adjust the spine, restoring the vertebrae to its proper position.

So obviously, I have a love and reverence for my primary profession.  I attended a Continuing Education seminar this week that focused on this “inside-out” principle. I had a wonderful time hanging out with my colleagues, exchanging ideas and sharing stories.

I am rather isolated when it comes to my current practice. It wasn’t always that way, however. After graduation in 1993, I went to work in a busy multi-doctor office and stayed for ten years, until the primary doctor retired. Then I joined another single doctor who wanted to expand his practice and worked there for another ten years. Both of these practices were about an hour away from where I live. The commute started to get old. So at the end of 2013, I walked away. Left the busy office behind and started seeing patients out of my house. The change was a relief. But there were other consequences…

As a solo, small office, taking no insurance, having no staff to supervise…. All good. However, my financial contribution has significantly diminished. Being able to work from home gives you a feeling that you’re not really working at all. It’s weird. And I am not happy with not “pulling my fair share” even though I contribute in other ways. Nevertheless, I have also begun to realize that I am a domestic failure. If I’m home, I take care of the house, right?

Well, truly, there is nothing that makes me more miserable than housework. As a result, the laundry sits in the washing machine until its moldy because I forget I threw a load in. We run out of silverware all the time. The dry cleaning sits in the back of my car because well, that goes right out of my head the minute it hits the trunk.  (And wow, I’m totally getting off topic…) But I should be able to handle this, right? What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I have vertebral subluxation….. Just about the only thing I take joy in is cooking. The rest of it? Meh.

Ok, back on topic. The other out of the ordinary thing I did this week was return to my old practice an hour away. I covered my former colleague’s vacation this week. It was fun and tiring. When you drive an hour each way, have a ten hour day of patients in between, you come home cross-eyed. Oh and by the way? It’s a very physical job. Those of you who see a chiropractor know what I mean. I’m on my feet all day, moving bodies, sometimes big bodies, around to adjust their spines. It requires a lot of exertion on the part of the doctor. I drove home the other night acutely remembering why I gave it up.

And yet…

Yes, I have more free time. Yes, I get to write and blog and interact with you lovely people throughout the day. And I do see a nice group of patients here at the house. But…

Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing anything well. Personally, domestically, privately, professionally… And then I feel like I’m just playing doctor. I don’t know if you all noticed but I even changed the way my name appears when I comment on your posts. It used to read drmegsorick. Now it reads Meg Sorick. Subtle but telling, no?