With all the stress in our lives, Elizabeth and I are reaching out for some good old fashioned physical therapy. It is amazing how stress can trigger old injuries and pains and cause new sores and strains. Yes, chronic pain has been preventing us from sleeping well or working at our best.
Most of my stress was the result of meeting a deadline or getting 'the job done.' But now, I am experiencing a new type of stress, which is due to loss. And do to some other factors such as "could have I done something different, could I have prevented what happened, or why couldn't I control the outcome.' And there is just plain old unresolved grief. Even though we are both doing better, there is still a long and winding road ahead of us.
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
Ive seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door
These days, Elizabeth's shoulder is sore and my back feel like there are pieces of metal in it. So, we are sending an SOS (save our soul) to Nora, one of the top physical therapists in town.
Nora just launched her own rehab place called SmartFit, but has years of experience in helping athletes and more important, my in-laws. In fact Mr. and Mrs. Abbott are so fond of her that the four of us are thinking about asking Nora to make a day long-house call, to help us through these challenging times.
So last week, I started morning PT rituals with Nora. But, my wife isn't taking any chances she also got me a nice chair for my home office and occas
ionally reminds me to work on my posture.
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