I’ve entered a new realm of weirdness in my efforts to stay fit. Yesterday was my first meeting with Michael, physical therapist and dungeon master. He started with good news – my shoulder is not really frozen. Apparently I can’t move my arm because it hurts a lot. Thanks, Michael, I did not know that. The great news is that I am completely fixable. Yay!
Michael decided the best way to kick off our time together was to insert two needles into my shoulders and wiggle them around. This is called dry needling and is as much fun as you think. The idea is to get a “release” in the tormented muscles such as is experienced through pressure point massage. Needles can hit spots that fingers can’t and who wouldn’t want that? Sure enough, I felt a noticeable jump in my shoulder while he was playing around with the needles and I guess that’s a good thing. It was sore last night, but feels better today.
Michael then instructed me in the art of performing painful stretches involving a three foot long pole. I’m to do these thrice daily (luckily I happen to have a three foot long pole at home) and lay off weight lifting, swimming and strenuous running for a while. He authorized the use of a stationary bike to get my endorphin fix so I won’t kill my family. I foresee heavy Netflix binging this week.
Finally, please share in my success at degrumping a 16-year-old girl in the middle of exams. I tried retail therapy at the mall, which worked while I was buying her boots but failed when she tried on a sweater dress that was ego-destroying. On our return home, we lit the backyard fire pit and cooked dinner in the coals of an open fire. Result? Happier daughter, yummy dinner and pleasantly surprised husband when he came home from work to find a campfire meal.
(In case you want to degrump your loved ones, I thinly sliced potatoes and onion and briefly steamed them in the kitchen. After buttering pieces of heavy duty aluminum foil, I layered on the potatoes and onions, sprinkled with Lawry’s seasoning salt. The chicken, soaked in Stubbs barbeque sauce, went on the potatoes. I sealed up the packets allowing a little space for steam and tossed them on the coals once the fire had burned down. I then listened to the daughter kvetch while turning and generally mucking around with the packets – for about 25 minutes. I brought them inside and threw on Monterey Jack cheese and resealed until the cheese melted. Nom Nom!)