Shyt, Shower, Shave

The man in my bed waking up next to me this morning AKA My Port Drinker AKA my husband, let out a big sigh as he rolled over to turn off his alarm.

And then I sighed.

I sighed because he sighed.

I don't like it when he sighs.

It's like a trigger that goes off inside me when I hear a hint of a grumble from him.

"What?" I said.

"Gotta go to work."


Waking up and breathing is work.

Arising from a night's sleep, and then all the bombardment of thoughts in your head - that's a lotta work too.

A few weeks ago, we bought a new car.

Actually, it's not new at all.

It's a really old car.

But new for us.

And it works fine.

Part of the risk of buying a used car is that you don't actually know how well it runs.

Until you drive it a couple days, and then discover that it has enough problems that causes it not to pass its MOT.

(insert eye-rolling emoji here)

So, after a whole lotta car drama (long story), it's been in the car garage for the last 72 hours.

I am without a car.

I know. 

I'm spoiled.

But that's not the point here.

Not having a car when you are very used to and dependent on having one in this corner of the world in Southwest Nappy-Valley London (is that what they call it in this region?), forces you to step off the hamster wheel and start engaging your brain differently.

When we're on that hamster wheel, like goes like this:

Open eyes.

Wake up.

What's the first thing you think about?

You gotta pee.


While on the toilet, mums are probably hearing their kids yelling and screaming, and your body starts groaning and twitching because your mind is racing more and more with all the things that you have to do that day.

What's next?

Your brain thinks, "Shower."


"Kids need food."

"What's today?"

"Kids need to get dressed. Did I wash their uniform yesterday?"

Kiss hubby goodbye.

"Oh god, what time is it?"

"School drop-off."

And your brain just goes 'round and 'round the hamster wheel.

Day in, day out.

But wait - what happens when your car breaks down?

Something pushes you off that hamster wheel.

You actually have to engage your brain differently and make other plans.

Change your thoughts, change your actions, change your brain.

Take your morning route for example.

Just changing your journey causes you to think differently. 

You’re off the hamster wheel because you went a different way to work. 

Think about it - you see different people, make changes in your scenery, and shift your point of view.

You’re not on zombie auto-pilot, which is how most people look every day doing the same thing over and over again.

So even though I’ve been without a car these last couple days and it’s a bit annoying, I’m actually noticing new things about my daily routine.

New refreshing thoughts have popped in my mind.

I even went to eat at a lovely cafe and I sat there to people watch for a few minutes. 

That was fun!

So, give it a go - activate your brain to create new connections, new synapses, and more growth.

It keeps your brain younger and lets your body experience new surges of hormones, emotions, and thoughts.

If you haven’t been adjusted for a while, make that a change in your routine!

A chiropractic adjustment is good for your brain and body in so many ways!

See you soon!

— Dr MaryAnne

I think the neighbours heard me when I yelled the f-bomb

I'm going to allow myself some bitching time here.

I need to vent.

Tonight, in my practice, something happened to me that hasn't happened in a long time.

If you've been in my practice recently, you've probably noticed that I've done a little decor around the place.

Walls painted.

Added plants.

Added massage therapists.

Made it look warmer. 


Part of that is also changing some of the art decorations.

I bought these really cool wall decals with great inspiring messages all about chiropractic. 

(It makes the place look lovely!)

So tonight, before my adjusting shift, I started to put one of the decals up.

I thought to myself, "I could do this myself."

Darren, my massage therapist had just finished up with a massage and I asked him to check if it looked straight.

That's all I needed help with.

Then he had to go.

I thought the hard part was over.

Then, after my adjusting shift was finished, I continued with my decal.

I slooooowly unpeeled it.

And then SLIP - the sticky paper folded over itself and stuck to the decal!

At first I thought it was no problem.

But as I tried to pry it off, it was completely stuck, like duck tape!!!

Super sticky!

I didn't give up though. Not at first.

But the more I tried to peel it and separate it, the worse it got.

I could feel my anger rising.

And I could also see the problem spiralling downwards into a total abyss of destruction.

I couldn't save it!

Holy crap, was I pissed off.

Pissed off at myself, pissed at the paper, pissed at the whole situation.

Then I started yelling, "Oh fukk. Fukk, fukk, fukk!"

The neighbours probably heard me.

What's more, my brain started figuring out that this decal company is in America and that it took a while to get that decal delivered. Plus, it wasn't cheap.

All this horribleness was grinding in my mind.

I hadn't felt this much frustration and anger in a while.

I could feel this building up and building up.

That feeling of knowing there was nothing I could do was so damn upsetting.

I crumpled up the whole decal in rage, and slam dunked it into the bin like a toddler having a tantrum.

(It actually felt good doing that.)

Then I just sat down, put my head in my hands, and breathed.

I had to let it go.

I had to give it up, and just let it go.

So I let myself have a few moments of feeling the anger and frustration, and acknowledged that the drama was over and done with, and that there was nothing more I could do in that moment.

After about 5 minutes, that was it.

The frustration passed.

I started focusing on what was in front of me, and the next moment, realised that I had to finish up some admin stuff, and go home to relieve the babysitter.

Shit happens.

All the time.

But, for me, the lesson is that it's not worth getting all worked up about this petty stuff.

The small insignificant material stuff in life really doesn't matter.

As I was driving home, I had an insightful thought:

There are bigger things going on in my life that make this small stuff silly.

More important things matter to me.

And my purpose in life is what keeps me going.

Stuck-together decals are not going to sway my purpose.

My purpose is so much bigger than those dramatic silly things in life.

As I type this, all I can do is gently smile at my crazy self on how I just got so emotional and fuming over the decal.

I mean, anybody would.

But, I do have to give myself a high-five for being able to let it go, and move on to the next thing in life.

And at that moment, it was all about my kids.


See you at your next adjustment!

— Dr MaryAnne