Monday, February 22, 2021

The Witches Drew Me Down

I graduated myself from physical therapy today. I was as fixed as they could get me.













The truly horrible sciatica was gone in the first week. Thank you very much. I should have whined sooner. My old nemesis, the hip dysplasia derived crick in back returned. The two are linked by a heavy cord of nerves and one old gardener's body. Such is the way it is.













That crick in my back is the devil I will have to deal with on my own. My job now is to PT and stretch the beast away. Strengthen my core. Stretch the lumbar. Warm up first. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Yada, yada, yada from now on.














I was wary, but the witches drew me down on a sunny, 50 whole degrees briefly kind of day, after this morning's snow storm anyway.














'Arnold' is still holding back.














I knelt down for snowdrops and the crick came back. The sad truth is the narrow lumpy paths in the wild cultivated gardens are not conducive to good posture.














The paths here suck. I need to win the lottery and hire some path makers. Yes I do. But I came in, stretched out, did some PT and made that crick go away. Progress. I am learning to calm the beast.


4 comments:

Unknown said...

Good Morning Christopher: And it is another beautiful sunny morning to be enjoyed and savored before the next rain. Congratulations on graduating from PT school; keep up those exercises as they do help with pain management. Not much going on here except working in my Zen garden; it really does feel good to be puttering outside in the garden. Short lived for the moment but wonderful nonetheless. Hope you get to enjoy some of it in your neck of the woods. Have a marvelous sun filled day. Gypsy

Christopher C. NC said...

One more day of sunshine before days of rain commence here. I of course took advantage of the nice weather and went back to work.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Good to read that you are getting some help for your crick. Not much more miserable than a crick. The one remaining witch hazel in my garden rarely blooms much. It is not noticable. I am thinking about taking it out. I specially think this when I see your in all their glory. Why why why won't mind do this??? I guess I will never know.

Christopher C. NC said...

Bummer Lisa. I guess you will just have to try again.