Quick write about the things that occured earlier in the day

A friend of mine has asked the question: how does one rib shift over top of another?  This came up after I returned from a chiropractic adjustment to repair such a situation.  If anyone knows, by all means.

In the mean time, to explain what all has occurred, I was playing softball, made a play from the outfield and chucked the ball in to second.  Upon the third throw, sometimes to home, I felt a pull in my lower back.  So, I asked to move in to play second, afraid that I might have ended up damaging something.  Fast forward to two weeks later, after I sat out playing to "heal up" and get my health back in line.  I was playing second, before that I threw and warmed up my arm and felt pretty great.  After the forth or fifth play, I felt a pop in my back.  It was worse than before.  I tested the arm, just to make sure, and it was like an instant collapse.  I would feel a painful, extreme pull from my lower back to my rotator cuff.  So, I sat out again.

Fast forward, again, a week, my back wakes me up in the middle of the night, it hurts to sit at my desk and do work, so I set up an appointment with my friend and massage therapist, Ben Brown.  At that appointment, he told me there wasn't much he could do.  Pressed on some things, stretched somethings, but nothing felt better; it felt worse even.  So, I biked home.  Pain got worse.  Woke up in the middle of the night, downed four ibuprofens, passed out in a pool of sweat.  Woke up, biked to our retreat (feeling every turn of my body and bump of the road), and sat there unable to keep myself from wincing.  Soon there after, I couldn't take it anymore, called the chiropractor I heard about, and set up an "emergency appointment" (its called that because the doctor wasn't supposed to be in the office today, and made the appointment out of the kindness of his heart).  Cut to his office, his large, brown, spotted tongued dog scratching on the door to the office he/she was locked up in while the doctor took care of me.  The doctor looked down at me, standing at about 6'6" or so, asking questions about my back, about the injury, and told me that he was going to Lalapoloosa this weekend and only knew of two of the bands playing, "That's when you know you're old".