From Tingles to Torture: The PT Chronicles Continue

 

For those who’ve been following along, physical therapy is going well! At least, it’s going as well as an hour of slow, deceptively simple neck exercises can go. My home routine is pretty minimal, so I haven’t noticed a huge difference yet, but the tingling is starting to ease up, so that’s something.

As for the exercises themselves?
One of them makes me look like a creepy clown waving at invisible children.
The other involves a resistance band that I’m 99% sure is going to snap and smack me in the face one day.
They’ve put dry needling on hold for now, so it’s just me, my band, and my very cautious head tilts.

Next week, I head back to focus on the neck again,


 


but the big highlight this week?

I finally broke Carlos.

He’s been calm, sweet, and mild-mannered this whole time… until Tuesday. Something snapped, and suddenly he was sarcastic, cracking jokes, and giving me grief like we’ve been friends for years. I’m not saying I’m proud of this, but I’m also not not proud.

Bonus: I wore my Snoopy “Don’t Make Me Do Anything” shirt, which apparently acted as a challenge.
Matthew (my backup/bonus PT) took one look at it and said, “Game on.”
Let’s just say I got my money’s worth that day.

You’d think that gently turning your head and lifting your arm would be a cakewalk…
Wrong.
I am exhausted.
Today’s goal? Just staying awake.

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