Today’s PT session taught me that my calves are the only part of my body not made entirely of knots. PT went after my calves and after she’d done one and was working on the other I was like “Either you’re going a lot easier on my calves than the rest of me, or they’re just not knotted.” She said, “I’m actually using exactly the same pressure!” and thus I deduced my calves are not made entirely of knots. The rest of me, though, Jesus. My right shoulder’s been really…
I went to see the PT again yesterday. I was mentally geared up for another murder session like the first one, and, y’know, she worked me over really well. Softened me up, and then went to really start the heavy duty work on my shoulders and… There’s an Impossible Knot in my left trapezius, which she’d loosened up last time by going through my armpit. (Oh god the pain, but it was amazing.) Anyway, so she went after the knot yesterday without going through my armpit first, and I mean,…
I have terrible knots in my shoulders, and a perpetually over-stretched subscapularis nerve under my right shoulder blade. I mean, like, this is a decades-old injury. My friend E, who is a massage therapist, used to tell me she wanted to spend some quality time with her fingers in my armpit, which I always thought was a joke until she got her hands on me and spent some quality time with her fingers in my armpit. Turns out that, since the subscapularis is entirely covered by bone, the way you…
This is set to post on June 30.
I live in the eternal belief that tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or next year, I’m going to wake up an entirely different person and actually do the (insert great thing) here that I intend to do. I never actually do this, of course, but I live in eternal hope. However, having just come off two weeks of slovenly gluttony during which I blew out the thigh of my last pair of jeans, forcing me to go participate in the horrendous activity of clothes shopping, I’m…not exactly seized.…