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My PT beat me up tonight. It was great.
Now seriously, for the last 4ish days, I've been in a mood, one day it was a pissy mood, one day it was a lethargic mood, one day it was a violent mood, and today I was in a total lack of motivation mood. And the mood swings, let me tell you. I tried to start a fight with Ben. I seriously wanted to kick his ass. From here to next week. It would have been fun. And amazingly, he was all up for a fight too - and yet we didn't actually fight.... we just were evil to each other for much of the day. Hmmm. Then later that night I sobbed and begged forgiveness. Told you - mood swings. Then there are the post midnight conversations which I do recall having, but don't recall the content of... apparently I said something scary enough to {one who shall remain nameless} for him to worry and warn Ben to treat me gently for the next week or so. And I have no idea what I could have said that would have prompted that response. I was seriously worried I was heading down the long road of depression/mental illness, because while the excitement has been going on for the last 4 days, I've been blah/blue/whatever for several weeks now.
Anyway, back to how this all relates to my PT beating me up. As I've complained about before, I've messed up my SI joints and well... my whole pelvis is unstable. It's not been comfortable. I've been getting PT for a little over a week now, and with spotty results. Anyway, tonight I went in with my actual joints feeling pretty decent, but my muscles were in all kinds of spasm. So, I was baked (hot pack for 15 minutes) and then she went to work on the muscles. 20 minutes and 6 trigger points later, I was getting up from the table (attempting not to pass out - being prone and relaxation breathing is not a happy combo for my blood pressure) and over the course of the next 10 minutes my whole mood changed. I was chipper. I was excited to go to the store and return soda cans. I was excited to clean out my car and get back home to do paperwork. I was hungry and wanted real food.
Now, what caused these amazing results? What did she do to "beat me up"? She found these knots in my quadratus lumborum (muscles on either side of the spine that connect the pelvis to the spine and lower ribs) and stuck her elbow in them. Hard. Until they went away (understand the need for the relaxation breathing now?). Officially, the technique is called ischemic compression, it's a type of deep tissue work, and there really is a bit more finesse to the technique than I'm describing now. It's great stuff. On the other hand, I mentioned this to Ben tonight once I got home and he decided that I am, in fact, a masochist.
So... the moral of the story is that if I'm ever a psychobitch for several consecutive days, I may just actually need to be beaten up. The right way.
And with that, I'm off to bed. G'night!
Now seriously, for the last 4ish days, I've been in a mood, one day it was a pissy mood, one day it was a lethargic mood, one day it was a violent mood, and today I was in a total lack of motivation mood. And the mood swings, let me tell you. I tried to start a fight with Ben. I seriously wanted to kick his ass. From here to next week. It would have been fun. And amazingly, he was all up for a fight too - and yet we didn't actually fight.... we just were evil to each other for much of the day. Hmmm. Then later that night I sobbed and begged forgiveness. Told you - mood swings. Then there are the post midnight conversations which I do recall having, but don't recall the content of... apparently I said something scary enough to {one who shall remain nameless} for him to worry and warn Ben to treat me gently for the next week or so. And I have no idea what I could have said that would have prompted that response. I was seriously worried I was heading down the long road of depression/mental illness, because while the excitement has been going on for the last 4 days, I've been blah/blue/whatever for several weeks now.
Anyway, back to how this all relates to my PT beating me up. As I've complained about before, I've messed up my SI joints and well... my whole pelvis is unstable. It's not been comfortable. I've been getting PT for a little over a week now, and with spotty results. Anyway, tonight I went in with my actual joints feeling pretty decent, but my muscles were in all kinds of spasm. So, I was baked (hot pack for 15 minutes) and then she went to work on the muscles. 20 minutes and 6 trigger points later, I was getting up from the table (attempting not to pass out - being prone and relaxation breathing is not a happy combo for my blood pressure) and over the course of the next 10 minutes my whole mood changed. I was chipper. I was excited to go to the store and return soda cans. I was excited to clean out my car and get back home to do paperwork. I was hungry and wanted real food.
Now, what caused these amazing results? What did she do to "beat me up"? She found these knots in my quadratus lumborum (muscles on either side of the spine that connect the pelvis to the spine and lower ribs) and stuck her elbow in them. Hard. Until they went away (understand the need for the relaxation breathing now?). Officially, the technique is called ischemic compression, it's a type of deep tissue work, and there really is a bit more finesse to the technique than I'm describing now. It's great stuff. On the other hand, I mentioned this to Ben tonight once I got home and he decided that I am, in fact, a masochist.
So... the moral of the story is that if I'm ever a psychobitch for several consecutive days, I may just actually need to be beaten up. The right way.
And with that, I'm off to bed. G'night!
