Just a quick update. I feel bad that I’m not writing more. Hopefully I will balance my time better in the future. I had a huge essay typed up to post but I ended up deleting it.
Started physical therapy at a new place and wow this place is amazing. Much better than the previous one. I’m trying not to be too angry at the previous place because they refused to do certain procedures on my prescription and told me I didn’t need anything fancy, just to do exercises. New place gave me a thorough explanation about what exactly is going on in my knees.
My left knee cap isn’t really moving anymore. The tendon below it is very, very tight. Right knee cap moves but right IT band is very, very tight. Have to work on these things.
I’m thinking of making a site about my knee adventures.
They attach little pads to either side of my knees and run electric stimulation through my knees while they are wrapped in ice. So I lie down with my legs elevated wrapped in gigantic ice packs with electric shock things going through my knees for fifteen minutes. The first time it hurt and I was in pain for days but the second time (lower setting I think) it felt pretty good and I almost went to sleep.
I’m excited to go to a place I feel can actually help me. And I now realize how important it is to pick a top notch place. This place has electric stimulation (which was written on my stupid prescription and should have been given to me in June but whatever) and they also have a little ultrasound machine. I’d never seen anything like it, it was like a tiny gun. They put gel on my knees and rubbed it around with the little ultrasound gun and it helped. They told me they were using it to break up the scar tissue.
And the stretching…I am in heaven. I love having someone stretch my legs. It appeals to every hedonistic and masochistic fiber in my being. It hurts but it feels good and I can’t stretch my own legs the way other people can. I had never had certain parts of my legs stretched before and it was so nice. I wish I could have someone stretch me every morning and night.
I took a yoga class a week and a half ago. It was nice enough but I’m not sure I can do it frequently. It was also $20. I could buy a package deal and save money but I might not use it in time and blah blah blah. It is also at an inconvenient location.
I’ve been purchasing items from The Body Shop. I love this store. They had a few sales and I may have gone crazy. Worse than Sidewalk Sale shopping. I recently placed…three orders in 24 hours. It wasn’t my fault. They have one body butter that is usually $19 or $20 on sale for $8. This is the only lotion I’ve ever found that prevents my skin from breaking out after shaving. My legs have been hair-free and smooth and quite lovely lately. Now that I’m going to physical therapy all the time I have to make sure my legs are presentable. So I ordered a ton of this lotion because I’m never spending $19 on one little tub of lotion.
The next day I woke up to an email telling me an awesome package of hand lotion (same type but for hands) was back in stock. $33 worth of the best hand lotion in the universe for $11. Placed an order. I have a card with them and it has saved me an amazing amount of money so far. It’s wonderful and terrible because I save money but then I spend more. They are so smart and I am so dumb.
After placing that order I had a $25 coupon I was going to save. Was. They sent me another email about a special three hour sale. I realized I could get something like $150 worth of stuff for $50.
I also have some wonderful African black soap and shea butter that are not from The Body Shop but from the street vendors. Never buy shea butter anywhere else. The guy I got this particular tub of shea butter from is going to be my main guy because this tub is the highest quality one I’ve seen. Very nice stuff. I covered my entire body with shea butter last night before bed and it felt great. My feet are like baby feet again. The black soap is great too. It’s almost gone though so I will get more next time I’m down there.
I really miss Quaking Canopy. Day At The Beach was my favorite soap of all time. Please come back and make 500 bars!
I did place a bird order by the way. Avian Organics. Few bags of Mayan Gourmet Mash. Little Juliet will be so happy.
Squeaky has always hated hands. I’m pretty sure someone used to smack his cage around with him in it. He would happily let me pet the top of his head with my (enormous and beak-like) nose but never with my fingers. The other day he let me pet his head with my fingers for a good while. I was really excited and he was kind of amazed that he let that happen and his head didn’t fall off.