You put your head in, you put your head out

you put your head in aaaaaaand...

we strap it down to a board with foam pinscher-like things that come up around your neck. And then we tighten those, so that when we apply the pounds to the thingy, it literally pulls up on the pinscher things and pulls your skull upwards away from your neck/shoulders. Ummm, yeah...this, boys and girls is what we call traction. Can you say traction?

And immediately super-psycho PT lady looks at the order and says - "huh, he ordered up to 10 pounds. You can barely feel 10 pounds. We'll start you at 15."

WHAT? ummmm, okay? Because that ortho doc is clearly CRAZY.

I took my NSAID (doesn't this sound important?) this morning, and some ibuprofen this afternoon. So far I don't feel horrible after my 'treatment' this morning. I guess that's what they're calling it at the S&M PT school now.

I guess I should be grateful. Some traction devices can look like this:

Doesn't THAT look pleasant??? So given the two alternatives, I'll stick with what I have. Soon they'll have me hooked up to that device that almost-killed the man in black on the Princess Bride.

And ready or not, folks, it's football season. Owen is happy to be playing, so happy, in fact that Kevin had to tell him to quit smiling during tackling practice. Kevin is COACHING - even when he SWORE that he wouldn't, because Owen needs an activity where we're not uber-involved. And because he doesn't know anything about football. Just ask him. But the guys that are coaching Owen's team like Kevin and think he's great with the kids, so he's in. Even though he doesn't know anything about football. This oughta be fun.


Alex might be playing some team sports with his school this year, so hopefully I'll have some fun pics to add of him. If not, I'll sneak into his guitar and drum lessons and try and get some candids. He's taller than my mom now, will be taller than his dad soon. And still has chicken legs like my dad. :)