Bitching and whining.

I'm falling apart over here. Prior to late 2007 I had never been to a chiropractor. Since November or so I've now been a good 6 or 7 times. Is this because I keep fucking my back up or because chiropractic is facilitating me fucking my back up? And this fucking verruca on foot is just unrelenting. Surgery and chemo-therapy are not doing the trick. I'm tired of wearing multiple layers of socks just so I can take the edge off of the pain. I'm a runner for crying out loud, and I can barely walk these days. The maddening thing is that I am otherwise in the best shape of my life. At least when I was a slovenly drunkard my health failings were more manageable. That's what clean living gets you, I suppose.