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Unsurprisingly, the gal who evaluated me at the Myofascial Therapy Center this morning thought I was a bit of a mess. Oh, she used nicer words, but I'm off balance this way and twisted that way and angled oddly over here and it's "amazing [I] haven't had a fracture" over there.
If you don't count the shorts she had me change into*, everything she did to me felt pretty nifty. I did indeed feel like various little pieces of me were moving in directions and ways they were utterly unused to moving. Apart from that it felt like a gentle and slow massage.
I got off the table and walked funny. She said "Can you feel your weight shift? When you're on your right foot, your weight has shifted to your right, and it shifts back to the left when you're on your left foot." Apparently I don't usually do that. (I attribute this to years of trying to walk like a boy. I don't regret that; I'd have been an idiot to do otherwise at the time.) 2.5 hours after the session ended I now sense no lingering effects.
It's $95 every time I walk in the door. Plus each appointment is two hours out of my day, due to the commute. I sure hope these folks are not yet another support system**. I am happy to keep doing this if it will make me able-bodied again, but I cannot and will not do it on an ongoing basis.
It did feel nifty though. I have no doubt that what she saw was really happening: off balance this way and twisted that way. I find it believable that I'll be happier and healthier if those things are fixed. Whether my foot pain will go away I have no clue.
Edit: [I also forgot to mention how pleasant this place was to visit. Some places are annoying, some places (or the people therein) are cold -- this one was genuinely pleasant. That's worth a lot.]
We'll see.
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* This is me being self-deprecating about the fact I never grew into an adult. The shorts were for a Normal Human Being(tm), which means that even with the drawstring pulled as far as it would go they'd fall straight off me. Fortunately, I had a safety pin.
** "support system": a name I just made up to cover the class of medical and semimedical things which do not attempt to solve a problem once and for all but instead must be used continuously in order that the patient can mostly live as if the problem is gone. Eyeglasses, orthotics, painkillers, blood pressure meds, chiropractic care, and underwire bras all fit in this category.
If you don't count the shorts she had me change into*, everything she did to me felt pretty nifty. I did indeed feel like various little pieces of me were moving in directions and ways they were utterly unused to moving. Apart from that it felt like a gentle and slow massage.
I got off the table and walked funny. She said "Can you feel your weight shift? When you're on your right foot, your weight has shifted to your right, and it shifts back to the left when you're on your left foot." Apparently I don't usually do that. (I attribute this to years of trying to walk like a boy. I don't regret that; I'd have been an idiot to do otherwise at the time.) 2.5 hours after the session ended I now sense no lingering effects.
It's $95 every time I walk in the door. Plus each appointment is two hours out of my day, due to the commute. I sure hope these folks are not yet another support system**. I am happy to keep doing this if it will make me able-bodied again, but I cannot and will not do it on an ongoing basis.
It did feel nifty though. I have no doubt that what she saw was really happening: off balance this way and twisted that way. I find it believable that I'll be happier and healthier if those things are fixed. Whether my foot pain will go away I have no clue.
Edit: [I also forgot to mention how pleasant this place was to visit. Some places are annoying, some places (or the people therein) are cold -- this one was genuinely pleasant. That's worth a lot.]
We'll see.
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* This is me being self-deprecating about the fact I never grew into an adult. The shorts were for a Normal Human Being(tm), which means that even with the drawstring pulled as far as it would go they'd fall straight off me. Fortunately, I had a safety pin.
** "support system": a name I just made up to cover the class of medical and semimedical things which do not attempt to solve a problem once and for all but instead must be used continuously in order that the patient can mostly live as if the problem is gone. Eyeglasses, orthotics, painkillers, blood pressure meds, chiropractic care, and underwire bras all fit in this category.
