The Popped Rib and a Latte Heart

Today I received my first real, legitimate latte art...and it was awesome.  The masterpiece consisted of a lovingly created heart swirled in the luxurious foam floating on the top of my delicious soy caramel latte from Stone Creek.  When I complimented the barista, assuring her of my appreciation for the often under appreciated art of creating pictures in foam and espresso, she brushed it off, saying, "That's probably the worst one I've ever made." Despite her inability to accept a compliment with dignity, she had made my morning's coffee experience legendary; I complimented her again and went on my way--briefly considering taking a photo of the coffee heart for the blog but then deciding not to since it was "the worst one" and therefore, unworthy.

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Now, let's go back a couple days and recount a rather unpleasant new experience.  I was getting into my vehicle after work Tuesday evening when a sharp, stabbing, shooting, piercing (or another equally horrific sounding word) pain traveled from my mid back to my neck.  It stuck around for the entire trip home, causing tears to well up in my (wimpy) eyes every time I turned my (wimpy) head to check my blind spots.  The pain sucked...but it was nothing compared to the frustration I was feeling over having a new injury/condition for my chiropractor to work on.  You see, everything else had been healing so well...I was mad and I was in pain.

Luckily I had a chiro appointment scheduled for Wednesday evening--forcing me to deal with only one day of inexplicable pain as I attempt to lug instruments, play the flute, and check more blind spots.  At the appointment, Dr. Kate diagnosed me with a popped rib. Two thoughts ran through my head: 1) Ribs can pop out?! 2) I have ribs that high in my back?!  It had never registered that my ribs went all the way up to my shoulders...crazy.  Anyway, she popped the 'ol runaway rib back into place--leaving me with soreness and a strict regimen of no twisting!  Let's just say it hurts, I'm a wimp, and I hope no more ribs get the urge to get out and explore.

Happy 50th Post!!