The real win of the day though was getting a text from my massage therapist letting me know he had a cancellation this afternoon, and would I like to move my appointment up from next week?
It had been over two years since I have had a massage, something I used to do once a month. For the past few years I have been getting weekly chiropractic therapy instead, but when my tax return did not cut it last year, that necessity turned into a luxury, and I have been paying the price in my body ever since.
OK, partly I did myself in by eating wheat indiscriminately when I am allergic. Sometimes you just need an English muffin, know what I mean? But I digress. All those unwise choices have added up to some major inflammation, and massage just intensified that today. What is it about a good massage therapist? They know exactly where your not-so-sweet spots are, first try. Can I just say "ow"?
It does not help the pain to tell me my structure is twisted, or my hip is out. These things I know. That's what happens when you land on your butt when you slip on ice. A good therapist eases up but does not stop... therefore, I am sore. Very sore. So sore, in fact, that I did not cancel next week's appointment, but am going back for a double dose.
Someone's got to take care of me. After my husband, that would be RJ.