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Aug. 17th, 2002
Water Baby
Aug. 17th, 2002 09:33 pmToday, I got to re-discover the joys of hydrotherapy. :)
In the water, I am comfortable in my body. Floating about like a Naiad of sorts, happy to be in my element again. No worries about aggravating a knee injury or jarring my body with jumping and bounding about on the floor, thinking I really have business attempting aerobics.
My shoulder, which has been a source of angst the past several days, isn't bothering me much anymore. Meaning, I can lift it over my head without screaming in pain. Perhaps it wasn't a pinched nerve so much as my body crying out to be more active again. (The inactivity that my depression brings on really sucks.)
I now have an excuse to leave the office at my "usual" time, instead of my "later than usual" time. It was fun, stress-relieving, and reminded me that when I'm not a slave to my depression, being active is quite enjoyable. :)
Also, I realized something about my left ankle. Although my mom's theory is a good one, I wonder ... I wore those same clunky sandals to Pridefest in June, and only came away with blisters from Hell on my toes. How could wearing those shoes for the same amount of time, doing the same amount of walking, cause me to develop a pulled muscle? The mind wonders...
In the water, I am comfortable in my body. Floating about like a Naiad of sorts, happy to be in my element again. No worries about aggravating a knee injury or jarring my body with jumping and bounding about on the floor, thinking I really have business attempting aerobics.
My shoulder, which has been a source of angst the past several days, isn't bothering me much anymore. Meaning, I can lift it over my head without screaming in pain. Perhaps it wasn't a pinched nerve so much as my body crying out to be more active again. (The inactivity that my depression brings on really sucks.)
I now have an excuse to leave the office at my "usual" time, instead of my "later than usual" time. It was fun, stress-relieving, and reminded me that when I'm not a slave to my depression, being active is quite enjoyable. :)
Also, I realized something about my left ankle. Although my mom's theory is a good one, I wonder ... I wore those same clunky sandals to Pridefest in June, and only came away with blisters from Hell on my toes. How could wearing those shoes for the same amount of time, doing the same amount of walking, cause me to develop a pulled muscle? The mind wonders...
