Sadists I have known, and saying yes to Crack

Well, first there was the lovely Jenny, a sports masseuse who, on my second treatment, actually braced herself against the wall to work out the kinks in my neck.

And with a smile and some cheery conversation while she was doing it.

Chirpractors are slightly better, at least you get warning.

But the osteopath I went to see on Tuesday probably takes the cake.

It is my own fault, though. I told him I wanted my neck and back better faster, and about Jenny the Lovable Sadist. So with much deep breathing on my part, I got various vertebrae 'adjusted'.

CRACK. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK.

'You ok?'
*breathes*
'Good. Once more...'

CRAAAACK.

My upper back is a bit tender, but, and it's a frakkin' miracle, my neck hurt not at all yesterday and a only a little today.

Booyah!

In other news, I can do a one-legged squat.

But only on one leg. The other one...well, I squat down, try and push back up, and wobble a bit before falling over.

Working on it.