The Agony and the Extacy

I decided to name the bruise on my arm Bertha. After all the tumor got to be Imelda the shoe loving tumor. And a surgeon took that out. Dr. Schulte gave this bad boy to me getting rid of scar tissue. It's been 2 weeks already and I'm venturing a guess that Bertha will be around at least another 2 weeks. So I bought some shoes tonight. Bertha is now the color of eggplant and she likes shoes.

I saw Dr. Schulte today for a total of about 5 minutes. He said - more therapy. Yippy. Then I went to therapy at Penn Med where I had a different therapist today - Tim. Geri is on vaca. Lucky for her - bad for me. Tim is a tool of torture. I cried. I don't have a problem with stretching to new heights and lengths. I'd just like to have had more warning. I had to ask for a tissue for the tears running down my face. I have to see Tim again in the a.m. For future appointments - I'm going to make sure they're Tim Free. I don't mind being pushed - and others, the women have done it. Just not so abruptly.

After my appointment I had another appointment - this one with my masseuse. My lady of mercy Christine. She was quite gentle, especially around Bertha. She said rubbing a bruise can cause blood clots. Chris sounded upset when I told her of my treatment. I might have been a bit dramatic. The massage was wonderful! Best thing that's happened to my body for a while. I do hope that I'm over the hump when it comes to pain. Fingers crossed!

Fave Christmas gift

I utilized my Christmas gift from the kids tonight - a massage by Chris Davis, Soul Essentials. Good therapy for my bod, and as a bonus, she's a great listener. Chris has a very calm demeanor. She also has great hands!

I always feel a little slutty going for a massage. It' something nice for me that I'm paying for (or in this case Amy and Jud are paying for) And like I don't deserve it. Even though I work my ass off.

Last night, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. It's a long week and I was feeling like I never saw the light of day - probably because during some weeks, I don't. I eat breakfast and lunch at my cubicle and it's dark when I go out after work. So I was having my own little pity party. Sometimes we need to feel sorry for ourselves.

Then we need to suck it up, put on our big girl panties and do the job. And figure out a way to make my life a little more exciting each and every day. This massage is one of those ways. A little TLC for me. I deserve it!