Adjustment (Not Of Attitude)
I injured my arm at work several years ago and was sent to a physical therapist by my company. The arm improved pretty quickly and I was back to work in a couple of weeks.
Flash forward six years later, and old injuries start to nag a bit. I’ve voluntarily gone back to the same PT to see what we can do about some nagging pain before it gets worse.
(He said he isn’t a marriage counselor. 🥁 Thank you. I’ll be here all week.)
Since I’ve seen him last time he has taken on a chiropractor partner, today I had an adjustment. It wasn’t explained to me what was about to go down.
I came in and did my stretches and then had heat ultrasound administered on the arm bothering me and then ice and TENs.
I was told to go to another room and lie on the table, and all I thought was, “this is a strange-looking table, doesn’t look comfortable at all.”
The relief I felt from have the upper middle of my back adjusted, and then my neck is indescribable. I should sleep pretty well tonight.
Just a boring part of my day, but this is what happened.
I’m leaving the marriage counselor joke in. Maybe she’ll read this. She probably won’t.
I ain’t scared.
That’s it. That’s the post.