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Ouch

Woke up Monday morning in a very bad way. My left shoulder and neck had just about seized up, and I had an excruciating head-ache, but only in the left half of my head. I also had spasms of pain all over the place.

I did not end up going to work, and instead rang the Chiropractor and made an appointment an hour later. A quick checkup indicated that one of the vertebrae in my upper back had twisted again, so a quick adjustment should fix it.

He tried twice while I was sitting up, and it didn't move. I then move to the couch where he adjusts my hip again while I was there, and then on to the other couch for another attempt at that vertebrae. The first attempt didn't work, neither did the second, but the third finally got it.

Next stop was home and an ice pack, resulting in me feeling so much better today.

We also had Simon over for tea last night, and we all had burritos' (and a mess).

Yum!

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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