Well, boy do I feel better today. I stumbled
home last night, after hardly being able to turn my head safely in the car to
look out of the window to check for traffic, to find Philippa waiting with her
hands warmed up and a bottle of massage lotion uncorked and loaded. She really
is very, very good at this sports therapy stuff and I am so, so lucky to have
her! A few little tweaks of a muscle, a weird manoeuver involving my clavicle,
and a complicated stretch that was both painful and freeing, and I instantly
felt a sense of relief and release. My neck can now move as it is supposed to,
I can lift my left arm without feeling as if I've been stabbed in the shoulder,
and my pain levels have dropped from 'OUCH' to 'Ok'. I can turn my head without
yelping, bend my back without stiffening, and pick up a pen without panting.
Thank you, dear Philippa, and the talented lady who trained you.
A week today, by the way, is my birthday. (hint, hint...)
RC 13-1-25
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