So my left shoulder has been slowly getting worse and worse, and I'm not exactly sure what I did to it, whether it was some anonymous injury from awhile back (and by that I mean like a few years ago) or something recent. But last week it was absolutely killing me, to the point where I actually asked if I could leave early.....
"because my shoulder is killing me". I swear to God, I've never used an excuse that seemingly stupid to leave work early before. But it was true. And, thanks to the new federal "HIPPA" guidelines, an excuse that apparently stupid is granted immediately. But I go home, and I'm telling the wife that I'm hurting, and she asks if I want to meet her one day at her work (Healthsouth) and have one of the physical therapists look at it. Well, at first, I sort of blew it off, thinking I could just suck it up a little and get through it. And the next day, it really wasn't bothering me. Fast forward to this past Wednesday, and its killing me again. This time I took the wife up on the offer and went to her work and got examined by her friend Amanda May. Now, Amanda is a wonderful person who Kim and I have gone out with socially.
She and her husband Willie are very nice people. But....something happens when Amanda walks through those Healthsouth doors. She becomes:
"Amanda May Cause You Extreme Pain & Discomfort"
Amanda truly enjoys her work. Poor Willie. I hope she isn't this vicious at home.
Wednesday was just some twisting and stretching followed by some coldpacks and just some electric stimulation on the shoulder area. Today? OMAN. Today, she has me face down and is pushing on my back and shoulder and I feel muscles and joints moving...ya know....that shouldn't be moving. Then she asks me to lay on my side...and what happened next is absolutely the truth. She's preparing to twist and contort me again....and the stereo is on in the background. And right at that moment, Elvis comes on. A little bit of "Suspicious Minds". You know that one, don't you? Here's how it starts out.....
"Why can't you see.....what you're doing to me....."
I looked up at Amanda and said.....
"Sort of ironic what old E just said, huh?"
She laughed, but it didn't stop her from twisting. But the truth is, I did feel better afterwards, and my range of motion was improved. Amanda is a miracle worker.
She brought me from being stiff & sore to being.....um.....pretty much just sore.
Rehabilitation.....its not for everyone.
Later,
Jeff
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