After fifteen months of grueling therapeutic massage, I am happy to announce that for the first time in almost three years, I can actually stand on my right foot. Just for ten seconds or so, but still.
You may take that for granted, but trust me: I feel like I scaled Mt. Everest. It was a particularly grueling session today (I did, in fact, scream a couple of times because the pain was so bad — breaking apart scar tissue is really tough, I’m not normally a screamer) but we continue to see progress every week, and that makes it worth it.
I often wonder why guys in general (not all men, but most) are such babies about this kind of helpful body work. Just try to talk to a man in pain about acupuncture – his eyes will practically roll back in their head. (It doesn’t hurt at all, in case you were wondering.)
Anyway, I can stand. I’m so happy.
P.S. This is the kind of work we’ve been doing: