So, thanks to Speedy for handing over the massage therapist’s name. I went there yesterday afternoon practically sobbing … she was so nice and then…she dug in.
Oh my sweet lord, lady’s got strong fingers. It was rough going sometimes, and completely relaxing and awesome others. Right when I lifted my head when she was done (this was only the second massage I’ve gotten in my life) I felt like a million bucks. No pain, no nothing. I thanked her profusely, told her she saved my life. Little did I remember that in about an hour, it would all change. I’ve never hurt so much ever. I know this is the way with massages, and she told me that she “really laid into me” or some such words like that, to get it all out. But MAN. Oh my god. Last night I thought I maybe, might just die.
But this morning, today, this afternoon, I think I feel better. I think on Monday I would not have been able to sit here all day like I am now. I’m sore, very sore, but I think it’s because she did such a good job. I think. I hope.
Anyway. I’m SO boring!
It’s weird as one gets older, the little “clubs” we find ourselves in, little sections of the human condition we’ve never been a part of. I am extremely lucky that pain is not (so far, knock wood) one of my “things.” Yes, I’ve had lots of mouth pain, pulled teeth and root canals, but I’ve never had to really withstand any kind of chronic pain. And once I do, even to this tiny extent, people come out of the woodwork to help, to give advice, to commiserate. It’s like getting engaged, or hurting my ankle … all of a sudden I’ve learned things I didn’t know before (don’t heat it! ICE IT), Ben Gay, massage pain, etc. I don’t know what I’m trying to say, just…ack.
So, I’m trying, like everyone else, to keep my head above water. I’m trying to not lose my mental cool while slipping and sliding outside, while troublesomely walking the dog, while trying to hold my neck straight in a snowstorm, while trying to get just a touch of -10 degree sun on my face before it hides behind a building, while forcing myself to make wedding phone calls, while trying my goddamdist to keep my spirits up in the face of this ever so shitty February that I haven’t been able to exercise in because I hurt myself exercising.
I never thought I’d say this? But shit, bring on March.
1 comment:
yes. it's in winter that i remember i am not supposed to be wishing my life away.
february is going by pretty fast, though. march is my b-day month, so that's something. and this year marks the implementation of 'the only good thing bush has ever done for me.' cranking up daylight savings time way, way into march. so, we'll see how that goes, or if it's just another big CF like everything else he does.
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