Eeeewwww, I have just searched Dirty Sanchez on Google to maybe upload a picture of these guys. Well call me naive but I also found the Wikipedia meaning. I had no idea. I'm not going to post it here, I will leave that to your discretion to google if you wish but would say if you are easily offended - Don't.
Sunday, 10 June 2007
In an attempt to avoid surgery, I yesterday braved the elements and went to see a Chinese Medicine Therapist. At this stage my shoulder is not giving me too many problems, but I am also not doing very much with it either so I thought that I would combine the increasing usage with acupuncture. Whilst surgery may be the way to go, it is a last ditch attempt and I don't want to go there until I have exhausted every other avenue.
The experience was quite relaxing, I think it could have been more so but the therapist kept talking to me about training her daughters. It is a good thing that I am so into health and fitness and could talk about it non stop.
Whilst I was left there was a tape running explaining all about acupuncture and how it can be determined from your radial pulse how the organs in your body are. I need to do more research here but I found it so interesting.
I then attempted a trip to our local shopping centre, I only needed a couple of bits and as I was out in the area and without children I thought it was a good opportunity. Was I mistaken? I couldn't even get into the street with the car parks, there was no way I was going to get a car park in a hurry and the parking rage of other drivers, I could do without. There was nothing I needed that desperately. So I came home.
A quick trip with the kids to rent some DVDs for this wet long weekend and back home again.
Last night we put on Christmas with the Kranks? Dimmed the lights, lit the candles, popped the corn and unscrewed the wine and had a nice family movie night with the kids.
After the kids had gone to bed we watched "Dirty Sanchez". It's a program similar to Jackass, but much funnier, I think we related as it is a group of guys from Wales and not too far removed from some of the Uni antics my husband and his mates got up to. We both laughed so much that our ribs are sore today. I appreciate that it might not be to everyones tastes but I have to admit that I sadly find humour in other people hurting themselves (not seriously hurting themselves, but just enough for the expletives to start flying) especially when they do it to themselves intentionally.