See the bald spots on the backs of his legs?
"Don't show them that. Sheesh."
~munch ~ munch~
The massage school next door has specials every month. For the last three months, I've taken advantage of these offers, since typical, swedish style, seems to irritate my pain more than help. It's a close run thing, really. So, I'm exploring the different modes as the massage students work their way through the curriculum. Hot stone did help, the foot and hand massage was relaxing, but otherwise neutral, the cranio-sacral also seems to have actually done good. It was strange, like acupuncture. At the time, as though it wasn't doing much, but then I'd get a wave of pain or sensation, and ease. Extremely relaxing, and - pudding* as proof, my back feels better than it has all month.
It was the sitting six hours for the literacy class that triggered it. I just don't sit that long in a day at work. I'm standing at the desk charting, or waiting to be asked for an item, or I'm running about. Even when I scrub in on hand surgeries, and I sit on a stool, most of those cases last far less than an hour, and the long ones rarely go more than two. A carpal tunnel release or a trigger finger release can run ten minutes, total, plus MAFAT†.
Moby is not like this. When we need him to come in, he usually does, as long as we ask politely. Like when we moved here, and he'd been hiding far under the sofa as we loaded the car. It was time to leave the old place, and bring the cat with us, I got down and said "Come on, Moby, it's time to go." And he crawled right out to me, as if in answer, "Yeah, yeah don't leave without me." It's much the same when he's out on the balcony and we need to leave.
"Come on in, Moby, we have to go."
"Oh, sure, you betcha."
There have been a couple of times when we've needed to be more emphatic, and pick him up, much to his annoyance. He huffs at us, and wanders off to find a no-doubt-better place. But that's just to remind us that he may be a cooperative soul, but he is still a Cat.
Rouchswalwe, check out the Moving Rant tag, you may find echoes of your own recent move.
*Butterscotch flavor.
†Mandatory Anesthesia Fuck Around Time.
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MAFAT--haha, that's a new one to me. Just had one of the anesthesiologists tell me how nursing slows down their day. It works both ways, I guess, or maybe it just depends on your perspective.
Sitting is the killer. I wish I could convince more of my clients of that. Sitting, they think, is "not doing anything," so it shouldn't be a problem. But it causes such a lot of grief.
Dale,
Give them this article.
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/01/12/the-hazards-of-the-couch/
Ei jei jei ... echoes abound! Small boxes for books. Yep! I still haven't found my journal. So tonight I took all of the white plastic electric switch plates off the walls and replaced them with copper ones. My friends are giggling because I considered this to be a priority.
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