Good day planned today.
Going to Brooklyn to have mani/pedi’s and lunch with Susan.
I’m going to the chiropractor first. I have a stiff neck. I’m pretty sure it’s tension because last night I took 1/2 a tranquilizer and I felt a bit better.
Why am I bringing this up? Because as a writer ( I call myself that now) I look at books where the author documents their deterioration from some dread disease and they get a Pulitzer Prize so I’m sticking my toe in that water.
I’ve mentioned my slow loss of marbles before but it’s moving forward at lightening speed.
I lost my chiropractor’s card so I went on line and tried to get his number there. I’ve been going to him for years but I don’t know his number by heart.
I googled Michael Fox in NYC.
I tried putting in my zip code to get nearest chiropractor named Fox near me. Nothing
I spelled it Foxx.
My sister called and I told her that I was worried. Maybe he isn’t a real chiropractor and that’s why he doesn’t want to advertise.
I was stymied.
Before calling someone else I tried one more thing. Googling the address with Chiropractor and no name.
Michael Wolff popped right up.