I had my first professional massage yesterday. One of my nurses thought I might enjoy it, but I wasn’t so sure. We went to the student clinic at St. Paul College and I was fairly certain none of the students had worked with someone with a disability. It had the potential to be an awkward experience. The therapist assigned to me didn’t show any signs of being fazed, however. It became a sort of combination massage-physical therapy session. She worked on some of the muscle contractures that inevitably accompany spending so much time sitting. What surprised me most was how much I enjoyed her fingers on my neck. I didn’t realize how tight those muscles get; probably from all the time I spend writing at work and at home. I used to get PT regularly when I was in school, but I kind of let that fall by the wayside when I started working. And even though I get handled regularly by nurses, it was definitely pleasant to experience a more therapeutic style of touch. Hopefully, I’ll be able to continue seeing her on a semi-regular basis.
I scored some free tickets to the Timberwolves game tonight. Let’s hope they play better than they have in recent games.
