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into the mind and body of moi
Feb. 3rd, 2010 08:32 pmThis morning I went to the Physical Therapist. It was downtown in some fancy-pants building. What this really means is that I had to pay some silly amount for parking. The receptionist was adorable. Like I would want to hang out and drink coffee with her adorable. The physical therapist I saw was cute. It was mildly distracting. He had that "up-standing confident" demeanor about him. He was also tall and I bet kittens like to fall asleep in his lap. He contorted me this way and that way and asked me to lie still and think of England. When my knees/hips were clicking a bunch and he was concerned about that I said, "oh yeah that has been going on since I was a kid and training as a ballet dancer." "you were a dancer?" "well I did ballet for a long time and jumping up and down takes its toll." He became very interested and had me bend a multitude of ways. I wondered briefly if he was doing this for his own entertainment. I may not have been working at the barre in a few ice ages but I have somehow retained "hypermobility". (his words) This hypermobility may have also caused a few of the back/neck problems I have going on. I likely did something to a disc..or two and also there some muscles that are likely sprained like woah. He also wants to help fix my posture so that I will have a "stronger core".
I won't be seeing him all that much -which is a shame. I found him delightful. I will be seeing another PT -a lady. Female PT have a habit of being lovely and gentle all while making you do evil exercises. But we will fix me. The awesome part is that my insurance is going to cover most of this and they will also pay for the massage therapy. I am so excited. Like a Pointer sister.
After that I went home, wrangled ungrateful children and did a great deal of baking. There were muffins (for breakfast) and then I baked a nice loaf of bread and then I baked a pie crust so I could finally make a banana butterscotch pie. I made the pie filling this afternoon and then had a sizeable slab for dessert. Oh how grand it was. For dinner I made a sausage, bean & kale soup. It went over well as did the bread.
Senor Onion did not nap today and Miss Biscuit kept timing her naps so that I felt like I was running behind or something.
Everyone is now asleep. Thank goodness.
I am reading this travel essay book that Mr. Jenner got me. I like some aspects of it but I can't help but be so aware of the fact that these people were able to just take off the way they did because they were rather wealthy. And the author worked in publishing so it made it easier for her to get this book sold. I don't begrudge her for having connections (because that is a grand thing) but at the same time I think, "yep.. first world problems". Yet there are other books that are close to this particular genre (rich people trying the simple life in a beautiful location and write bucolic stuff about it) that I have enjoyed. Hrm... Boy I can be an asshole sometimes. I am enjoying a murder mystery written by a local author. I am reading a few other things at the moment but I don't have concrete thoughts on that yet. I will. One day.
I won't be seeing him all that much -which is a shame. I found him delightful. I will be seeing another PT -a lady. Female PT have a habit of being lovely and gentle all while making you do evil exercises. But we will fix me. The awesome part is that my insurance is going to cover most of this and they will also pay for the massage therapy. I am so excited. Like a Pointer sister.
After that I went home, wrangled ungrateful children and did a great deal of baking. There were muffins (for breakfast) and then I baked a nice loaf of bread and then I baked a pie crust so I could finally make a banana butterscotch pie. I made the pie filling this afternoon and then had a sizeable slab for dessert. Oh how grand it was. For dinner I made a sausage, bean & kale soup. It went over well as did the bread.
Senor Onion did not nap today and Miss Biscuit kept timing her naps so that I felt like I was running behind or something.
Everyone is now asleep. Thank goodness.
I am reading this travel essay book that Mr. Jenner got me. I like some aspects of it but I can't help but be so aware of the fact that these people were able to just take off the way they did because they were rather wealthy. And the author worked in publishing so it made it easier for her to get this book sold. I don't begrudge her for having connections (because that is a grand thing) but at the same time I think, "yep.. first world problems". Yet there are other books that are close to this particular genre (rich people trying the simple life in a beautiful location and write bucolic stuff about it) that I have enjoyed. Hrm... Boy I can be an asshole sometimes. I am enjoying a murder mystery written by a local author. I am reading a few other things at the moment but I don't have concrete thoughts on that yet. I will. One day.
