Showing posts from January, 2012

Vaycayshun Day 2

I would have posted something yesterday on my first day of Vacation, but I spent it sleeping. I took a 2-hour nap in the morning, then took another 2-hour nap in the afternoon. Spent the rest of the day bonding with Esmerelda the Couch and the television.

It was bliss, I tell you. BLISS.

I never double-nap. I think the last time I did that I was either a baby or had the flu. One more piece of evidence toward the fact that this vacation is WAY overdue. It's only day two and I'm already thinking one week won't be enough. But I'm trying hard not to think about that.

Today is Day 2, and my plan is to leave the house. I need to go to the bank and deposit a bunch of checks (how lovely to say that), I need to stop at the pharmacy and also trade a sweater I bought at Old Navy for the next size up. Or two sizes up. It fits now, but the problem is it fits. Like, I can't wear much but a cami underneath it, which defeats the purpose of a sweater in Vermont in February. I want …

Two Things That Have Absolutely Nothing to do with Each Other

1. My back is feeling better even though it still hurts. It is no longer a random deep ache over my entire low back. It's gotten to be a pretty specific discomfort on just my right side. So I'm considering it an improvement. I was able to actually get relatively comfortable last night and got a decent night's sleep. Yay! I've suspected from the beginning that I either pulled my Psoas or Quadratus Lumborum, but now that the general pain has gone away, I'm almost positive I pulled my Psoas:

I'm feeling it down into my legs in the front, and I'm getting residual pulling down my iliotibial band and piriformis muscles, which makes sense because the psoas is pretty much pulling everything that those two muscles attach to (ie, my humerus) out of whack.


See... the nice thing about being a massage therapist is you can look at all the fun books and see EXACTLY what you can't do much about except gentle stretching and simply giving it the time to heal. I prob…

T -3 Days...

...until vacation!!!! Squee! I'm on my "weekend" now, working Sunday, then off for six glorious days. My original plan had been to sleep, but as my back will barely tolerate my bed for 8 hours, my new goal is just to lounge carefully posed for as much of the week as possible.

I was so happy this morning. I managed - with a variety of pillows, winches, pulleys and black magic - to lay on my side for like an hour. BLISS.

I really think I pulled one of my super-deep muscles, and there is simply nothing I can do but give it time to heal. So of course, doing massages all week probably didn't help. I've got a full schedule on Sunday, but after that I'm not doing anything. I'm tentatively planning on going up to my Mom's for a couple days, but I'm unsure if I can sit in the car for an hour.

We shall see.

Of Course.

Last night I was warming up a frozen pizza in the oven. Which I know totally goes against my "I'll make it all myself!" statement of like two posts ago but whatever. It was an organic pizza, okay? And I was hungry, and tired and in pain.

So, I was warming the pizza up when I look over and there are all these pretty flames in the the oven.


So yeah, freak all the hell out. Turn off the stove, didn't open it, let it die down. Scared the crap out of me, but figured something had just dripped on the bottom heating element and was burning off. Anyway, took a look at it last night before I went to bed. Yeah, nothing had dripped on it. Everything was burned out from the bottom of the element. Which means that it was the thing itself that erupted in flames.


At some point today I need to call the landlord and tell him the bottom heating element in the brand-spanking new stove he bought erupted into pyrotechnics last night and now the oven isn&#…


As I type this, I am standing straight as a rod, with the computer resting on the top shelf of my desk. You see, I can't sit. Sitting hurts.

Lying on my side hurts.

Anything other than completely upright or completely flat hurts.

I am not used to dealing with back pain. This doesn't generally happen to me. Sure I'll get tweaks here and there, but nothing that isn't walked or twisted or popped out in an hour or so. This happened after my second-to-last massage YESTERDAY. I'm waking up with it this morning. I know it's coming from the put-together-yourself end tables I put together myself on Friday. I felt a little stiff on Saturday, but nothing that I haven't felt a million times before and easily worked out with some stretching.

I've already called off work because I can't bend. There is no way I can do five massages. I'd be out for weeks if I tried. I am hoping taking it easy today will work out whatever needs working out. But I may have to vis…

What Happened?

Way back in the old days (meaning 2009), I was a cooking fanatic. Every Friday night, I'd comb through my cookbooks and my back issues of Vegetarian Times, looking for a couple recipes to make on Sunday. I'd eat one for lunch that week, the other for dinner. If I was feeling particularly cook-y, I'd even make a couple of my own loaves of bread. I'd write out my shopping list, wincing a little at the cost (I was buying 100% organic at the time). If it was summer, the list would be split into two categories: grocery store and farmer's market.

On Saturday, I'd do the shopping. I'd make a morning of it. I'd often start the day off with a yoga class. If t were summer, I'd go from there to the farmer's market, then off to the grocery store. If I didn't do yoga, I'd head off to Barnes and Nobles and spend the morning browsing books before heading off to one of the local natural foods stores.

Yeah... don't do that anymore.

After I quit my cu…


I started snipping at people at work yesterday. Very nice coworkers who didn't deserve it. Then I nearly started crying when I said "I'm so tired."

So yeah.... need some time off.

I took the last week of January/first week of February off. I'm going to fill the week with yoga, sleeping in, bonding with Esmerelda and possibly going up to visit my Mum. I'm not even going to think about massage for six days. It'll be grand.

I can make it... I can make it... I can make it...


Woke up this morning feeling all out-of-sorts and off. Not sure what that's about. Feeling the need to hole up and be with things this morning, to give myself time to get situated and settled.

Which of course I cannot do because I live in the real world and must work for a living.

So, I have about 45 minutes to sort myself out, a little longer if you count the drive in. Luckily Reiki is instant gratification and always available to me.

Also seriously considering Nutella on my bagel. That really would make everything better, wouldn't it?


It's Love

My new couch's name is Esmerelda, or Ezzie for short. We've been spending a lot of time together, she and I. We've watched some dvds, some travel shows, folded some laundry, had a couple meals together, and even updated my recipe folder together.

I think I'm in love.

Sure, ours is a forbidden love, but I am sure that with time it will be accepted by society at large.

Oh... and apparently my shower's name is Steve. Who knew?





I've signed up for a few massage classes at my old alma mater. I don't think I can get continuing education (CE) credits toward my national certification but I think they'll really help deepen my practice. They're simple little things - morning classes from 9 to 12 on working the shoulder, neck and lower back. Since these are the areas that virtually all of my clients complain about, it would be nice to have a little extra something in my tool bag to address those needs. While my clients usually report they feel better after I work those areas, I sometimes feel that I'm just kinda... well, faking it a little. I think these classes will give me a little extra confidence in those areas.

It's interesting. All the additional training and classes I take deepen my practice but can't be used as "official" CE credits. Sigh. But you know what? I did the national test mainly to prove to myself that I could do it. Vermont doesn't currently require me to …


Dear Friend Arizona Becky has been kind enough to point out to me that it's been a while since I posted anything. EEP.

So sorry!

Things have been all whirlwindy and busy over here and I haven't stopped to type about it.

So... the couch will be delivered on Friday. I cannot wait to take a picture of it in situ and show the world that if they come over, they will have a place to sit. But kindly take your shoes off before putting your feet on the cushions. Thanks ever so.

Things are - knock on wood - still going well with the reunion with The Boyfriend. Yes, we have confirmed that we are once again boyfriend/girlfriend. Although at our age those terms seem rather odd. I just can't seem to come up with a better description. "Lovers" is too romance novely, "partners" is too business-like, "significant others"... well, we just haven't been dating long enough for that one yet. I don't think you can use that one until you start arguing like a …

January 1, 2012

Happy Final Year of Existence, People! Luckily, the Mayans were kind enough to at least give us the *whole* year to either live it up or screw it up.

Every year on New Year's Day, I do a tarot card reading (cards of my own design) for the coming year. I always look back at the previous year's to see how accurate the reading was. 2010's reading was waaaay off. 2011's reading was dead on. It was almost scary, actually. It will be interesting to see how accurate 2012's reading will be.

I also make "goals" for the coming year, and look back at the previous year's goals to see how I did. Success is often liberally translated, but as I never put any real pressure on myself to fulfill these "goals", it's always interesting to see how they manifest. For example, a goal for 2011 was to move to Montpelier. As I moved - period - we consider that a win.

One of my other goals for 2011 was to develop and maintain a healthy relationship with food. This…