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Just got back from sick call for recurring back pain I've had for over a year. The doctor I saw is into what I guess is the chiropractor thing, and I always leave his office feeling like a human pretzel in boots. I'm not at all sure he's doing this problem any good, but I like his diagnosis better than the one I got at Ft. Stewart, which murmured of degenerative sclerotic arthritis and scoliosis, and me at such a tender age!
Keris' permanent (I hope!) sitter, is back from emergency leave in the States, and I dropped Keris off yesterday for the first time in a month. She didn't seem like she remembered Deborah, and she cried when I left, so I was crying on the way to work feeling like the biggest jerk in the world for her having to change sitters five times in the five months since we left Georgia. But today she went right to the high chair for breakfast, waved bye-bye to me and gave me a kiss, and seemed perfectly content, so my sense of well-being as a mommy is more or less intact today. Now, if I could just win the war for her attention against the Teletubbies...
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