At yesterday's physio appointment, I mentioned that my neck was feeling somewhat better, but that my back had become stiff and aching from doing all those exercises.
So instead of working on the neck and shoulder muscles, J put pressure on various trigger points up and down my spine, and around the shoulder blade.
My back has been painful off and on for many years and because of this the muscles and tendons have all become tight and inflexible.
So the pain from J pressing deep into the trigger points at first made me gasp a lot and mutter holy cow several times.
Then, he found a particularly painful spot. And I cried.
J didn't know I was crying, I was face down on the treatment table, (with my face in that space where the face goes so you can still breathe), with quiet tears just dripping down onto the floor.
When he'd finished pressing, J asked was I okay, that's when he discovered I'd been crying from the pain.
I suppose I could have asked him to stop the treatment, but it doesn't go for all that long, and I know my back needs this just as much as my neck and shoulder.
(stopping right here to do my hourly neck stretches)
Well, J apologised, handed me a handful of tissues, then I had some soothing ultrasound up and down the spine while he just chattered on, at the end asking were we still friends, and would I be back for more treatments.
I said of course I'd be back, the treatments are necessary if I'm to be able to move more freely and be able to work as well as manage things at home.
So I'll be back there on Friday.
And probably for several more weeks after that.
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