Excuse me while I whine momentarily.
Physical therapy? It sucks. And it hurts.
As part of the throbbing head debacle that I've been dealing with for the past month, I started going to see a chiropractor, who wanted to me to start seeing the physical therapist in his office as well. Because apparently my posture isn't the best and it could be playing a slight role in my throbbing head.
I figured, why not. Anything to get rid of this throbbing. Because throbbing? It's not so much fun. So I went to the therapist. And at first it wasn't so bad. It was just stretching stuff with my neck and upper back area. I figured I could handle it.
But the therapy sessions haven't gotten harder. Much harder.
I've graduated on to crazy stuff involving resistance bands, some kind of crazy head contraption and weights. I mean seriously, sometimes the therapist is making me do stuff that I don't even think is possible. Because your arms? Mine don't move in the directions that my therapist wants them to move in. And today? After I spent an hour going through the exercises, stretches and strength-building stuff, my back is in pain! It aches so much sitting in my desk chair all day has been uncomfortable.
I know. I know. I'm a baby. Therapy is supposed to hurt. Because it's supposed to make you feel better. And maybe, just maybe, if I followed through and did perform all of my stretches I'm supposed to be doing three times a day, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.
But still. Physical therapy? It's painful man.
Lucky for me, I scheduled my last appointment with the therapist today. And what's in store for me that day? Apparently it's the final session in order to "finalize" my at-home regiment. Fun.