it is an art

If I had lived in ancient Greece I would have a special God/Goddess for massage therapists. Allow me to explain why.

I have two massage therapist friends. This comes in very handy when your neck and shoulder decide to go postal and make it so that you can't look from side to side. It is especially helpful when they are good at what they do, like my two friends are.

I woke up on Thursday morning and seriously couldn't even look from side to side. Because I am who I am, I decided to pretend that nothing was wrong and hoped that in doing so the pain would go away. Wishful thinking on my part.

Friday I decided that I needed some intervention. My lovely roommate Emily is a fresh graduate of UCMT and really knows her stuff. She was nice enough to help me out. After about 30 minutes of massage and marks from her fingers that looked strangely like hickeys we decided that we should give my muscles a little rest before working them some more. About six hours later, my friend Steve came over. Because my shoulder was still hurting and Emily hadn't seen anything like it before, we decided to see if Steve could tell what was up. Yet later still, my shoulder was still hurting. At this point Emily whips out her books from school and does some research. After assessing all of my symptoms, she gave it another go. Fifteen minutes later, and after a fifteen minute icing session I think that I am finally starting to heal.

Much thanks to all of my friends' dedicated work yesterday (and the follow up session later on today) I am able to function again. I can look all around me. Oh the things that we take for granted when they work as they should! Thank goodness for having a full range of motion!