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Aging, and the Pain Body . . .
Mar. 7th, 2005 10:11 amSo it seems that the problem in my shoulder is no longer one to solved but rather one to be managed. A trip to Doc Curry of Curry Chirpractic in Winchester, Va. reveals lots of things; after knockin' some shit back into place he mentioned that physical stress seems to express within a certain group of muscles creating an imbalance and probably will throughout my life, just as a particular car might have its quirks. But he did give me a name, and knowing one's name is to have power. There is a small muscle that runs from the neck to the shoulder called the levator scapulae, or as I've been referring to it lately, the 'Darth Vader Scapulae', because it is the DeathStar in the galaxy of my back. This is the culprit that cramps when the rhomboids spasm.
I hate to complain about shit like this, I hate that I even have shit like this to complain about. I'm rarely one to be sick in any way, and when I am I can trace it back to (too much of) something I drank. But this is the kind of thing that really has the potential to cut into a lot of activities I've been looking forward to, and Spring is right around the corner. I'm going to take an extended lunch today to walk around in the warm sunlight and let it beat down on my back and shoulder, to invite the subtle forces of the universe to come into play here, as well as, I'm going to look into a yoga studio over in fairfax by the name of Sun & Moon. The other option is to turn it over the MD's for whom my shoulder is just another target for botox injections; which to me is just one step away from the ol 'teacup and leaches' technology (not even a cure - just management ~ fuck that!) The outcome of this depends largely on how I manage it from here.
We take our mobility for granted until it's threatened. But I do believe that nothing that happens to us is random, or an accident, but rather we are given lessons to practice being. And I definitely feel that my lesson to practice through this is humor. When we lose our sense of humor to adversity we have foresaken the point of our lives.
I hate to complain about shit like this, I hate that I even have shit like this to complain about. I'm rarely one to be sick in any way, and when I am I can trace it back to (too much of) something I drank. But this is the kind of thing that really has the potential to cut into a lot of activities I've been looking forward to, and Spring is right around the corner. I'm going to take an extended lunch today to walk around in the warm sunlight and let it beat down on my back and shoulder, to invite the subtle forces of the universe to come into play here, as well as, I'm going to look into a yoga studio over in fairfax by the name of Sun & Moon. The other option is to turn it over the MD's for whom my shoulder is just another target for botox injections; which to me is just one step away from the ol 'teacup and leaches' technology (not even a cure - just management ~ fuck that!) The outcome of this depends largely on how I manage it from here.
We take our mobility for granted until it's threatened. But I do believe that nothing that happens to us is random, or an accident, but rather we are given lessons to practice being. And I definitely feel that my lesson to practice through this is humor. When we lose our sense of humor to adversity we have foresaken the point of our lives.
