Showing posts with label massage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label massage. Show all posts

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Getting unstuck

I've been doing Pilates at home on my (friend's) mini reformer, the AeroPilates, for about three months now. I've increased from once a week to three days a week, now to about every other day and sometimes more often than that. I've also been getting incredible "rolfing" or deep tissue massage which couples the physical massage experience with a much deeper stored memory (usually trauma), emotional, and spiritual release. The massage was every other week for about two months, then every three weeks, now every four to six. Every other week (on average) I attend a "restorative yoga" class which I nickname as "assisted naps". It's the slowest, most gentle, effective "yoga" one can imagine. I took this class the day after one of my massages last week, and for only the second time in a year was able to fully go into Child's Pose without much effort or strain. I quietly celebrated with a little wiggle of excitement as everyone else in the room dozed off momentarily. All of these acts of self-care have been incredibly transformational, moving, and encouraging. I've found the groove that has taken my body to the next level of healing and strength. 

At work, I've transformed my office to include a stand-up computer workstation. This allows me to get up and down a lot more frequently and even stand for extended periods of time. For a girl who battles the concept and physical reality of sitting at a desk all day, this sitting-standing combo has brought much relief and spring in my step you might say. I get up from sitting and can walk with ease, no stiffness when walking at all (usually having only sat for a few minutes, not a half hour or more).

The combination of Pilates, deep intentional massage, restorative yoga, and the stand up work station have dramatically improved the stiffness in and around my left knee. At times the massage has worked "miracles" in my opinion. I come out of a ninety minute session moving and feeling as light as a feather. My mood dramatically improves as well. The massage has truly facilitated incredible breakthroughs. The yoga instills relief and a sense of deep inner peace and trust and truth seeking. I wake up in the morning and it takes only a couple steps to shake the kinks out and walk normally to the bathroom. I end my day easily traversing the steps to my bedroom. I bike everyday, sometimes standing up on the pedals to power up a hill. All this without a hitch.

The thing that still bugs me is the soft tissue pain, mostly behind my knee, when I try to do a full extension. This is something my massage therapist and Pilates instructor/physical therapist and yoga teacher continue to monitor and reassure me that it just needs some good stretching. Regardless, it's frustrating. All the stretching and massage help certainly but only temporarily for this tiny little bit of stiffness felt upon full extension of my left leg. Last night I had this sudden insight. My subconscious lit up and said loudly, "Go get acupuncture." Then I thought, is it acupuncture or some other energy work - like reflexology or reiki - that I need? 

There's always something we can do to move through stagnation, even the tiniest effort or awareness can cause a dramatic shift. I've heard the calling to do something different about this bit of stiffness behind my knee, which has been plaguing me since my first "quad set" with the home physical therapist last year. I'm excited about this new awareness and invitation to bring in more alternative healing modalities. There's really no telling where it will lead in both my physical body and my day to day life. It's time to get unstuck, one level deeper.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

A picture of my anger

I think it was Wednesday last week... two weeks ago now. I've been sitting on this update for a while; not wanting to return to it or even re-read it for typos and what not. Anger is a tough one to write about because it require reflection and it just kind of sends me spinning in a way. 

The day was coming to an end. I was somewhere between restless and getting ready for bed. Alon was preparing "cold therapy machine" for the evening ( Breg Polar Care 300: http://www.breg.com/cold-therapy/polar-care-300.html ). I may have started a little PT or just started the routine of changing into my pj's. A sharp jab of pain through my left shoulder ignited. The waves of emotion and pain can come on so suddenly and so intensely. As I mentioned in a prior post, at least 1-2 times per day, I get teary.

This time was different. Pain preceded anger. I was feeling straight up ANGER, with notes sadness, coursing through me like boiling hot water. The anger was thick with pain. Mentally, I felt as if I was suddenly walking along a delicate precipice where I could plummet from hopeful to hopelessness in the blink of an eye.

I cried so hard and so loud I could barely breathe or recognize anything familiar. In the moment, the feeling reminded me of how hard I have cried when someone I loved has died. It was this incredible experience of anger, hatred, and the loss of control in my life. I could barely catch my breath. Sometimes the tears wouldn't even come; it was so cathartic.

I pounded this poor, defenseless feather pillow on my bed with a gentle fist. Truly gentle. I had this other image of digging through sand on a beach and just flinging the sand high into the air.

Alon walks in, continuing to set up the ice machine. I know he is not ignoring me; I know he is just letting me express my anger and sadness - uninterrupted and unhindered. He finally walks over to me and sits on the bed, looks me in the eyes, his big beautiful brown eyes, and says simply, "It will all be okay. You're doing great." Then he said something funny that made me laugh.

Friday was another one of those days last week... a learning experience between me, my doctor, my doctor's assistant and Alon. Boiled down to advocating for oneself and seeing my Alon step up and advocate for me. He is such a rock. I don't want to get into the details now, but thought I should post this since I've been sitting on it for over a week now. There was a lot of anger, rage in this little episode as well.

And then most recently, this past Thursday... a complete release (trauma response?) during a massage from my friend Bree. Everything was going great. Bree is a wonderful new-ish friend. We were in a good space; chatting; breathing; relaxing; finding those sweet spots that needed attention in my body. She is able to help me work through some fears and insecurities about my body as I know it and more specifically, to the injury as it heals and we explore "the hurt area" more. Then a little massage in a gentle circular motion with her thumbs around my left knee cap. And I just started to shake, cry, and nearly hyperventilate. I was so glad to be in her loving, caring, comforting, capable hands a presence. It was kind of wild. I got so cold so fast and my body remembered more about that day, August 26th at about 3:30pm, than my mind could comprehend. More to talk about and think about later I suppose...