Pain free...almost!
Ahhhh! Bliss! The magic of massage and physical therapy is tangible. Or at least can be sensed and felt in the body and mind. For the first time in weeks my knees, which I have abused of late by running up and down stairs and then dancing the night away without a rest break at the wedding two weeks ago, have stopped screaming.Not that I realised they were screaming until silence fell. I thought they were whining a little, a sub voce counterpoint to all the other things going on in my life.
After ice, ultra sound and some very gentle manipulation I can walk without holding my breath. Although coming up the stairs was not without discomfort, I made it to the top without once touching the handrail or needing to stop. The physiotherapist, who has soothing hands, says they are pretty beat up but she has seen worse.
She sees no need to alert the orthopedic surgeon ( I didn't bother to tell her that pigs will probably fly before anyone else gets near me with a scalpel) and I am to do no exercise and put on ice packs twice a day and go for more ultrasound on Thursday.
Then a deep massage over my back and shoulders unkinking kinks that had their own kinks forming! As I said, bliss!
So now it's dinner for me and soon off to bed and dreams of liniment and pressure points undone. Sheer paradise!