AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Pretend Steve Carrell in "40 Year Old" virgin when his getting his chest waxed. That was my experience at the pysical therapist today.
Normally when a complete stranger touches me in certain places and with exceptional pressure, one would want to strike back in a similar fashion. However, this was good for me. I hope.
On the positive side, I did not shed a tear.
Hip flexors were the first focus. I knew this was going to happen, as that part of the body was starting to hurt to compensate (I’m sure) for my odd posture the last week and a half. That was perhaps the most painful thing I have experienced in my life. But, it’s good for me, right?
Then, an elbow to the glutes. Each side. Top to bottom. Pun not intended. This was about as uncomfortable as the hip flexors. But, it’s good for me, right?
Then a bit of adjustment done to the back in the general area of the pain. Not as painful as the previous two attacks, but, it’s good for me. Right?
This was followed with some acupunture and heated cups. That felt pretty damn good. I’m sure that was good for me.
The best part, after being beat up for about an hour. I paid the guy. And guess what? I get to go back on Tuesday. But, it’s good for me. Right?
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