The following is an interesting perspective by Deanne of Deanne’s World on the ‘human condition’ — our need for closeness, intimacy, substance, meaning, and how being Broken Together can actually make us feel whole. Enjoy!
Earlier this year I was plagued with severe back pain and I wasn’t certain why. A series of tests including 2 MRIs and a biopsy finally revealed the cause of my discomfort.
I’m right-handed and as a result my left side is excellent at load-bearing but the downside to that is muscle damage along my left side — mainly my back. Add to that 17 yrs at a physically demanding job, and my resistance to use a backpack instead of a shoulder bag (backpacks make me feel like a school kid) and the issue has compounded over time significantly.
Now that we (me and my doctor) know what’s causing the pain, our plan of action is physical therapy and making changes which include:
heat-assisted massages (muscle stimulation and tension release)
muscle strengthening exercises
avoiding activities that aggravate the problem
medication if the pain gets severe (but I’m not interested in masking the pain I want to fix the problem so I never filled the prescription).
Since I began Physical therapy (PT), I’ve noticed an increase in my flexibility, the pain has lessened and my mood is a lot better too. I’m now considering joining a gym close by once therapy is done but I’ve already been cautioned to start slow to avoid causing additional damage (I can get super competitive even with myself — setting goals, beating records etc. Yes, I can get a little nuts).
I used to run daily before munchkin was born, but not at all now and I think my sudden shift in physical activity has had a lot to do with my body literally seizing up. Actually, I am still very active but the shift has been from activity to strengthen and maintain core muscles and stamina to, chasing a toddler, picking up said toddler, bending a hundred times a day to clean up after that toddler and carrying a million items her highness toddler ‘needs’ to make her tiny life complete while carrying my own bags plus grocery too. It’s no wonder my poor body has literally been collapsing under the pressure and has been crying out for help (single parent dilemma). Thankfully I have heard its cry and am now making ammends. Needless to say, my physical therapist is at the top of my list of things to be thankful for these days.
Sadly though, I was a little unnerved when Mr S, to whom I was assigned, was away for my last 2 sessions. PT is a very ‘hands on’ activity and I don’t like having my personal space invaded unnecessarily. But to my surprise, Mr K (Mr S’s understudy) did a fantastic job filling in and I was quite thrilled with the results. He was amazing at getting the knots out (younger, stronger hands — sorry Mr S! ) and this Chica has left PT feeling pretty darn good the last two times.
Today, however, Mr S was back and asked for an update on Mr K’s abilities. I requested a few things that Mr K did the last 2 visits and it seems Mr S wasn’t too pleased.
So K was being rough with you I see?
Ummmm…(turning my face the other side of the massage table delightfully embarrassed)
And as he uttered that sentence he pressed the heels of his palms deep into my sore muscles and all I could mumble was, “Oh my God!” (Don’t know if he heard me).
Seems that Mr K trying to show off lit a fire under Mr S since he certainly outdid himself this visit and I was beyond pleased. But it seems I might have also created a bit of in-house fighting healthy competition between the two. And there’s nothing wrong with that, right? (For the record, Mr K was never rough, he just zeroed in on the problem spots and masagged deeply. I have no idea why Mr S chose the word “rough”!
Anyway, I couldn’t look Mr K in the eye for the remainder of my session since I couldn’t help but think he and Mr S were gonna have a showdown heated, chest thumping discussion about bravado, territory, boundaries and whatever else guys fight about. Oh my, I certainly have been a naughty girl today! Oh well…
Mr S cleared me to have a Deep Tissue Massage outside of PT if I needed extra loosening up between visits. I wish my insurance covered that too but unfortunately not. But my poor body desperately needs one (years since I had one — pre munchkin) so I will schedule one of those soon as a nice treat to myself.
I still have quite a few sessions to go before I’m cut loose (insurance limits) as I’m only doing once per week instead of two, but the way I’m feeling has inspired me to hit the gym soon because all this is reminding me of how wonderful exercise can be to help elevate one’s mood and this is something I need to do for me as I’ve left myself undone for far too long!
Feeling awesome today, and looking forward to many more days like these. Wishing you guys a fantastic day/week/weekend!!! ((Hugs))
Contents written: November 7 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises
Went to bed last night feeling numb. It’s been a stressful couple of weeks with lots going on behind the scenes. A few loose ends from a few years ago need to be tied up which means lawyers and what not. Sigh… Been putting this off for a while as I just didn’t have the strength to deal with it, but I feel ready now. Time to put the past to rest and make way for the future. Right?
Miraculously this morning I woke up in great spirits. As though the burden was taken from me and someone was helping to shoulder the weight. Well I know who that someone is. Yep, it’s Papa God stepping in to take care of lil ole me as He could see my daily pain and agony the last couple weeks. He knew I was ready for bigger and better things and so He placed a smile on my face all day long just to let me know I need not fear for everything would be OK. All I needed to do was trust Him.
My morning was spent in the presence of laughter. It’s been a while since I laughed, really laughed, and it felt great! That elevated my mood even more and I just beamed from head to toe all day long. Strangers were saying hello. I was friendly and bubbly to everyone and I hugged and kissed munchkin so much when I picked her up from daycare that even she wanted to know why I was so happy.
Jesus is talking care of me honey, that’s why mommy’s happy!
As I write this I’m still beaming, and I hope this feeling never goes away. I will rest my weary head tonight and know that wonderful things are coming! After sorrow there is joy; after the rain comes the sun; after the storm comes the calm; and even though I stumble today I can still rise again tomorrow in Jesus’ name.
Share a smile with someone today. Be fabulous. Be you. Be happy!
Contents written: November 6 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises
Out of my comfort zone
So I may broaden my horizons,
And aspire to great things with you.
With laughter, intrigue, and wisdom
So we may share in all the fun
Two hearts can find together.
With your kindness, love,
Sincerity, and loyalty
So we may grow old together
In our own ‘happily ever after’.
To seek God first
Before all else
So He may guide
Our paths in unison.
To be healthy, to be frugal,
To be open, to be me.
So we may age gracefully,
Happily, two minds as one.
Everyday, in ways
That always surprise me
For my eyes and heart
Will only be for you.
To pursue my dreams,
To have an opinion, to be unique
For my independent spirit
Needs room to fly,
But I will always return to you.
Converse with me
About your hopes, your dreams,
Your interests, your worries.
You will have my ear, my shoulder,
My advice, my inspiration,
My encouragement, my adoration,
My laughter, my love, my heart…
Hold with care
My hand, my heart,
My body, my soul
And cherish them always!
[This is the Prequel: Part 1 to the series entitled “Their Story”. See Prequel: Part 2 below or Start “Their Story” from the beginning]
Contents written: July 20 2015 | Edited: August 5 & October 31 2015 | Originally published: August 6 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises
How they met
It was a Sunday.
She was sitting outside
enjoying the remnants
of a lovely summer-like day in early Fall.
Her head was down, buried in her phone,
Avoiding eye-contact, behind her sunglasses.
It was a routine she’d mastered well —
It kept many away.
And those who dared to gain entry
Were usually ‘shot down’ on the spot.
Because “Love” was not her friend.
Love was the enemy!
She had no control over it.
It controlled her.
It was never where she expected it to be
And every time she found it
She ended up hurt as a result.
She had given up on the whole concept.
She concluded it was evil
And decided to keep her distance.
He came along her blindside.
She had no time to prepare
a defense maneuver.
He approached and crossed several barriers
in a few short steps:
– He addressed her directly and confidently
– He invited her out
– He engaged her in very intelligent conversation;
– He wasn’t afraid of her bodyguard dog.
She was impressed but still skeptical.
She relentlessly tried to discourage his advances
For she knew her past would be hard to accept
But he was steadfast
(And delightfully cute).
He saw past her pain
And caught a glimpse of her soul —
He wanted to see her again.
Immersed in deep conversation
They could have gone on effortless for hours
Unfortunately he had to leave,
But before he did
He bestowed upon her and
Her family a special wish,
Then he said goodbye.
Unsure if she’d ever see him again,
(Dating can be such a cruel game to some)
She pondered his words
Along with the fact
That he found a way
To get inside her space —
Her bubble of safety —
Which could sometimes be a bit lonely.
She didn’t think she had much to offer
Given her situation
And she’d told him so.
She’d had a tough life,
Which made her outwardly strong
But broken inside, jaded, skeptical
And a little less hopeful,
But he didn’t care!
So this is me.
Take me as I am
And I’ll do the same but
Proceed at your own risk!