Physical therapy
The ab exercises that the physical therapist gave me were actually making my back hurt more, so we had to revise our theory as to what the problem was. It’s probably not so much the old back injury from college or a lack of ab strength. I may be fat, but there’s muscle underneath all that flab. Instead, my hips are apparently extremely tight. Insert your own joke here. You know what you don’t want to hear when your physical therapist starts feeling around your body? “Oh, wow.” It seems my c-section scar tissue is really deep and thick, and it’s either causing or exacerbating the problem.
Anywho, apparently the treatment for this involves painful kneading, plus more stretches and exercises. As a side note, there is nothing like having someone poke and prod your abdomen and dig their elbows into your hips to make you think that perhaps you could stand to be in a little better shape.
She apologized a lot for the pain, not that I was complaining. Short term drawback, long term gain. Even with the pain, though, she is apparently “taking it easy” on me for these first couple of sessions so as not to discourage me or send me home in worse shape. I’m letting her know when it hurts and how what she’s doing feels, but I’m also working my macho side pretty hard. I’ve got a pretty good tolerance, and I’m using it!
The physical therapist is about half my age, but nice enough and a sweet little thing. She was showing me an ab exercise and it was so funny to see her kind of glance around, lean over, and say in a low voice, “do you know what Kegels are?” Honey, please.
On the down side, she’s also working with at least one other client at the same time. I’d rather have her undivided attention, but so be it. As long as this is helping, and, aside from a co-pay, is covered by insurance, then I’m on board. Here’s hoping that I’ll be back to turning backflips soon.
Awwww you poor woman! You go girl! I will support you in your endeavor by keeping you laughing. After all, it’s been said that “Laughter Is the Best Medicine”. So a priest, a rabbi and a Southern Baptist go into a bar…..lol.
Wait, I think you may have heard of that one. Okay here’s one, three guys go to a bordello and the Madame there says “I have three specials, the five dollar, the twelve dollar and the twenty dollar special”. The first guy says “I’ll take the five dollar special.” So he pays the Madame and goes up stairs. 15 minutes later, he comes back down all happy as can be. His two buddies pester him for details. He says, “Well, she unzipped me, whipped it out and sprayed whipped cream all over it and licked it all off. It was great!” The second guy says to the Madame “I’ll take the twelve dollar special” and he pays her and he goes upstairs. He comes back down 30 minutes later all happy as can be. His two buddies pester him for details. “Well, she unzipped me, whipped it out, put whipped cream on it and then added chocolate sauce and licked it all off! It was great!” The third guy tells the Madame, “I’ll take the twenty dollar special” and he pays her and goes upstairs. Not less than 10 minutes later, he comes back down the stairs as sad as can be. His buddies ask what happened. “Well, it was like you two said. She unzipped me, whipped it out, put whipped cream on it, then the chocolate sauce and then she added sprinkles and a cherry on top. It looked so good and I was so hungry, I ate it myself!”
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Awwww you poor woman! You go girl! I will support you in your endeavor by keeping you laughing. After all, it’s been said that “Laughter Is the Best Medicine”. So a priest, a rabbi and a Southern Baptist go into a bar…..lol.
Wait, I think you may have heard of that one. Okay here’s one, three guys go to a bordello and the Madame there says “I have three specials, the five dollar, the twelve dollar and the twenty dollar special”. The first guy says “I’ll take the five dollar special.” So he pays the Madame and goes up stairs. 15 minutes later, he comes back down all happy as can be. His two buddies pester him for details. He says, “Well, she unzipped me, whipped it out and sprayed whipped cream all over it and licked it all off. It was great!” The second guy says to the Madame “I’ll take the twelve dollar special” and he pays her and he goes upstairs. He comes back down 30 minutes later all happy as can be. His two buddies pester him for details. “Well, she unzipped me, whipped it out, put whipped cream on it and then added chocolate sauce and licked it all off! It was great!” The third guy tells the Madame, “I’ll take the twenty dollar special” and he pays her and goes upstairs. Not less than 10 minutes later, he comes back down the stairs as sad as can be. His buddies ask what happened. “Well, it was like you two said. She unzipped me, whipped it out, put whipped cream on it, then the chocolate sauce and then she added sprinkles and a cherry on top. It looked so good and I was so hungry, I ate it myself!”
hee hee hee hee hee hee hee snort hahahahahahaahahaaaaaa
Was “backflips” a joke, or are you an ex-college gymnast?
Was “backflips” a joke, or are you an ex-college gymnast?
Backflips was a joke. I am very flexible, and can easily put both palms on the floor, but about the most I can manage gymnastically now is a roundoff. And honestly, I’m probably kidding myself that I could do that now. The way my back feels at the moment I’d probably spend the rest of the day in a mass on the carpet.
Backflips was a joke. I am very flexible, and can easily put both palms on the floor, but about the most I can manage gymnastically now is a roundoff. And honestly, I’m probably kidding myself that I could do that now. The way my back feels at the moment I’d probably spend the rest of the day in a mass on the carpet.