The Queen has an Owie

It had been coming on for a week or so now, the tingling and numbness in my fingers, the ache in my back.

I was trying to tough it out by icing my sore muscles and popping Aleve, but my last trip to the pickleball courts found me not performing well at all.  It's hard to hit the ball with any conviction when you're bracing yourself for the pain that goes with it.

Finally I gave up and called Left Brain to come and get me, it was just too much.  I guess the fact that I've not been sleeping well for several nights now because my entire arm was tingling and throbbing and the right should blade screamed any time I tried to turn over to find a good position.  There were no more good positions left.

As I sat on the bench waiting for him to come I noticed a banner for the Andover Physical Therapy.  Hmmm...was this a sign.  Well, yes, I mean..it was a sign...literally.

When I got home I ate some lunch and went to lay down as I was too exhausted to make the call.  This turned out to be a good thing because when I called to make an appointment, she had just hung up from a person who cancelled.

I was able to get in that afternoon and had my assessment done and set up three more appointments for the following week, plus a massage on Friday.

Now I have my stretching exercises to do and instructions to apply heat.  But after some of her soft tissue work I could feel the throbbing leaving the hands a bit.  I don't think this will be a long time off from playing, but for now I need to be a good girl and take care of this achy body.

Long Live the Queen