Howard Jones’ song, Things Can Only Get Better just came on. You know, I’ve always considered that such a positive, upbeat song…but if things can only get better, doesn’t that mean they’re currently in the shitter? Hmmm.

I woke up this morning in a mood. My “afternoon backache” (usually hits me around 3-4pm) was there before I even got out of bed, so that probably has a lot to do with it.

Merrie’s first recommendation for a chiropractor isn’t taking new patients, and likely won’t for another month, since he’s absorbing his former partner’s clients first. I nearly started to cry on the phone. Fortunately, her second recommendation was able to get me in this afternoon for a consult. The pricing isn’t as bad as I might have thought, and I will likely build the cost of at least one adjustment appointment into my monthly budget. This other doc does also do infant/pediatrics and nutrition, so I’m hoping he’ll be a good resource for after the baby arrives.