Hmmm... pain much?
I mentioned recently that I am working on putting my body back together after this past year of hard core baby and toddler care. I took a dive and purchased a package of 1 hour massage sessions at my chiropractor's office. This weekend I had an hour and a half long session and am starting to notice that the pain is leaving. I have not had motrin all weekend.
I have been through a process like this one before ( car accident and subsequent therapy) and it reminds me *yet again* of the process of pain and how it is a sneaky little bastard. I handle pain maybe a little bit too well. I just deal and cope, and get mangled by it. I take motrin if I have trouble functioning. What I mean by that is if I can't do my usual daily activity without sharp stabbing throbbing pain. Usually if I find myself needing to take motrin I stretch more, drink more water, do more yoga, try to get more rest. Sadly the pain had gotten to be part of my biological vocabulary and I couldn't shake it. IT was about 8 weeks of motrin everyday. I found myself feeling more impatient, aggrivated. yes, I know I know... how did I know this was the pain and not the fact that I have two little kids? Intuitively I was edgier than toddler mayhem warranted.
Soooo... pain got to be like the white noise in my body. I had trouble managing a lot else because I was already fully loaded. It was like hearing static all day and trying to hear things over it.
After my super long session this weekend, the pain fog started to lift. Now I am awash in an awareness that is soo much stronger of things I couldn't hear before because of the pain. Little things like "Wow! I'm hungry!" or "ooh this bed feels really nice." or "Gee, I'm tired...." I was so in a mode of getting by and getting through and walking it off and playing wounded that I let it go wayyyy too long.
This weekend my folks were down and I was telling my dad about the whole pain deal. He asked what I was going to do beyond the bodywork to get better... to build strength or flexibility. I had to chuckle in my mind about his concern. It was a very logical and concerned question to ask! I was holding back a gafaw because, well.... the kids are the injury issue and they are growing as fast as they can, but are often in need of some assistance in the toting, scooping, carrying, wrestling, stooping .... y'know. With one at 40 pounds and the other at 25 and a bit pounds... it adds up.
Long story short, I am really getting better now. I've had a few friends asking me about how my body is doing. I must be radiating the "I HURT SOOOOO BAAAD" vibe. But it'll change now. Really, it will. I haven't humored that question much because i did not have an out yet. Why chat about something that can't be changed for the positive?
onwards and upwards! wahooooo! oi.. I'm hungry AND tired.... huh.. how 'bout that.