Graston = unadulterated pain.
FUCK. OW.
When I went to the chiropractor today I expected the usual - an overly chatty doctor, two rather nice practitioners, and a few adjustments - but, instead I get the dreaded Graston Therapy done on my back. She (one of the nice, but now classified as !EVIL! practitioners) told me climb up onto the massage tables and crouch - now that I think about it, I kinda reminds me of the child's pose in yoga and yes, I am that dorky - where she pulled up my shirt exposing my skin and begin grinding some tool I didn't get the pleasure of viewing onto the left side of my back. To loosen muscle. OW!
The bruise extends from my lower back to just below my armpit, is yellow-purple and near the top of my ribcage has three lines that look like popped blood vessels. I'm curious if the latter was one of the side affects?
I took two epsom salt baths.
When I went to the chiropractor today I expected the usual - an overly chatty doctor, two rather nice practitioners, and a few adjustments - but, instead I get the dreaded Graston Therapy done on my back. She (one of the nice, but now classified as !EVIL! practitioners) told me climb up onto the massage tables and crouch - now that I think about it, I kinda reminds me of the child's pose in yoga and yes, I am that dorky - where she pulled up my shirt exposing my skin and begin grinding some tool I didn't get the pleasure of viewing onto the left side of my back. To loosen muscle. OW!
The bruise extends from my lower back to just below my armpit, is yellow-purple and near the top of my ribcage has three lines that look like popped blood vessels. I'm curious if the latter was one of the side affects?
I took two epsom salt baths.