To the massage school today, got one of the instructors, a therapist who's been working at this for seventeen years. He didn't look old enough, an inarticulate goth kid, awkward and odd. But I knew when he laid his hands on my back he was a skilled professional, the social part not his strong point. I'm always glad to let visual impressions flow away. In this case, they had to sit side by side and be friendly. No wasted effort, no more pain than I could handle, gently, persistently, effective. I knew myself to be safe in the hands of competence, and stayed with each stroke, following with my attention. He also had the gift of silence, which I joined in with. Probably best, given. He seemed to be coaxing out the tension and pain, and brooking no resistance. Absolutely one of the best massages I've ever been given.
Made another appointment in two weeks. Very confident this is going to help. Just walking home felt more stable, easier to move.
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Oh, hurray!
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good:-)
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This is interesting in light of Dale's recent posts. Glad you are feeling encouraged and better.
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20th,
Oh, I got exactly what Dale was talking about. Massage does work, but there is damn all for scientific research that actually supports it. The idle rubbing and the skilled manipulations are thrown in together. It's complicated, and Dale caught that dichotomy quiet accurately, I thought.
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