Just returned from having a massage. Actually, it felt more like my body was stretched to the max.
Not on the rack, mind you. No, no. This is 2013, after all.
Jennifer Soames of Instride Bodywork at http://www.instridebodywork.com, worked on my body’s faschia. It’s inability to perform as usual has probably been at the root of my recent health issues.
As Jennifer explained it, the faschia is like saran wrap that encases our entire skeleton, not only on the outside but throughout all the nooks and crannies as well.
Imagine then what happens when saran wrap clings to itself. Pulling it apart is difficult at best. More than likely, it’s impossible.
Tossing out useless saran wrap is one thing. We don’t have that option when our faschia becomes stuck.
Most, if not all of us, live with stuck faschia. Over time our movements become restricted. And with restriction comes discomfort which eventually dissolves into pain. Chronic pain, to be exact. And that’s what makes fibromyalgia unbearable.
Chronic pain. And the accompanying fatigue from having to move when the faschia’s constriction doesn’t allow for normal movement.
I imagine old age is hurried along by faschia that’s become stuck…everywhere.
Picture dad, once tall and erect, vital and hardy…barely able to go the distance and cranky as hell. Then there’s mom, usually bubbly, and into everyone’s business (in a good way, of course)…stuck in neutral and wondering where the day went.
Humorous to imagine. Not so funny when you’re the one suffering…for days, weeks, months, even years on end.
After one hour with Jennifer today, I could raise both arms to their full length. Rotating them at my sides in ever-widening circles, I was giddy with delight. Just a few days ago, I could barely do half-circles without feeling like my shoulders would snap.
Between massaging each arm, Jennifer would have me get up and walk around. She asked if I noticed anything different.
The arm that had been worked on felt longer, looser. In short, it felt as though my arm had been reset. It’s as though I’d gone in to a body shop for repairs, and left with a totally new limb. By comparison the arm still needing work seemed compacted, jambed into place, unable to extend.
In the remaining minutes Jennifer massaged my neck, upper back and a bit of my lower back.
The session ended with a massage to my spine while I arched slowly forward as though I were bending over a beach ball.
I left feeling as though Jennifer had rolled me out like homemade bread dough. Under her careful kneading, my body continued to spread. I was able to rise fully, walking tall as I exited her office.
Excited with the results, I enrolled in Jennifer’s 3 session program, each one lasting an hour-and-a-half instead of the usual one hour. My first appointment is the week after Thanksgiving, and the remaining two appointments will follow one week apart. Upon completion I’m certain I will feel like a woman reborn.
I’m a staunch believer in alternative medicine…chiropractic, naturoapathy, massage therapy. Perhaps one day I’ll take on acupuncture.
Our aging bodies can’t keep doing for us without us doing for them. They need maintenance. Diet and exercise are only the beginning. Proper realignment is essential to make sure all the moving parts keep working.
We do as much for our automobiles. Why not for the “machines” we shove through the meat-grinder, day in and day out.
Folks who are non-believers, as I once was, probably feel chiropractic manipulation and therapeutic massage are money pits. My daughter convinced me otherwise. Since her body is pivotal to her career, she feels both are mandatory to her longevity as a dancer.
So it makes sense to enlist whatever help I can to keep my body in mojo mode. I’d like to do my job as a wife, mom, and whatever other “hat” I’m wearing on any given day for as long as I’m able.
My mom, a young widow with numerous mouths to feed referred to our automobile as the family’s “bread and butter.” On weekends we gathered around the Dodge to give it a wash and a wax. Keeping it in tip top shape meant my mom could keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. With the help of her trusty companion, my mom traveled to and from her job at a Catholic orphanage an hour’s drive away.
Your body is your “bread and butter.” Take care of it…and it’ll take care of you. Its as good as having a lifetime warranty.
Visit Jennifer’s website for expert information. I can only offer layman-speak. But if you’re like me and want someone you know and trust to make a referral, then…
…go get a massage…for your faschia, if possible…
…i highly recommend it!………hugmamma.
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sounds heavenly and so nice to hear you were able to move your arms after the massage. ☺
It was…and now I’m probably off to see the chiropractor because I tweaked my back, lifting a heavy basket from off a high shelf. I just can’t seem to get this “old age” thing down to a science yet. Will have to keep working at it. 😆
as we all eventually must do, figure out how to age gracefully and without so much aches and pains along the way… Hugmamma, take comfort, you are not alone. ☺
That’s the best antidote to suffering…of any kind…knowing we are not alone. Love the way you think, Sun. And love, love your gravatar. hugs!
thanks, and ☼hugs to you – peace in this new month. ☺
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Not that I have to contend with fibromyalgia (although I know a few people who do), I did have a long period of terrible back problems following two very badly ruptured discs (apparently the worst the MRI technician had seen in someone still walking around!). This had a knock-on effect and I spent lots of time (and money) on various massage, physio and other therapies. The myofascial relief area played a huge part in my recovery – so this all makes perfect sense. I’m pleased you are feeling so much better!
Delighted my post resonates with someone who’s experienced the benefits of myofascial relief. This morning I feel like the kinks have been worked out from my entire upper body area. Wow! So good not to wake up as though I’d already been going for several hours. I could bend down to pet my cats and dog without stiffness and restraint. Not only was the massage beneficial physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. My mood is a whole lot brighter. hugs for the concern…
You’re welcome. Chronic pain is just one of the worst things, so finding relief from it is like being given a new lease of life, I know. Long may it last!
Long may it last…