Oospie! Forgot to post yesterday. And by forgot I mean I didn’t have one single second! Being back in the thick of school has been intense. Take yesterday for example, I went to stats class, then went straight to the library to work on stats homework, then went to stats tutorial. Add it all up – that’s nine straight hours of stats. Say stats again.
Stats with instragram filter:
I had a laptop free day yesterday. I had to jump on my desktop first thing yesterday morning but after that – no computer!
Before I started my stats marathon I went to my first treatment appointment. It was a combination of testing range of motion, strengthening exercises, and having the chiropractor push & pull on my hip.
It was a good appointment, I learned a lot, he likes to use diagrams and even busted out the skeleton to talk about my hip. It’s half physical therapy, half science lesson
My Ride for Heart training will continue as planned. According to the doctor, the point of this treatment is that we want to continue my regular physical activity without interruption. He made it clear that rest will not heal this injury. If anything, rest will weaken the muscles that are actually working properly. The goal is that I continue my usual activities, but with modifications on my movement.
All of my movements are supposed to be deliberate. Things like walking, stairs, picking up things off of the floor, sitting down, all need to be adjusted. What I’ve realized is that this will take time. I’ll need to slow down. But I already jam EVERY SECOND of my day full, how can I slow down? (Thus the title: how do you solve a problem like a tasmanian devil?)
I’m waiting for my Dad to leave a comment reminding me that he’s been telling me to slow down since I was 15 years old. It’s true. If efficiency and work output were an olympic sport I’d have approximately five million gold medals and hold the world record. I should wear a button around on my shirt that says “I get more work done than you.”
But in the words of the ever wise Dr. Phil “how’s that working for you?”
It’s not. Obviously. Aside from being stressful, it’s not going to contribute to my rehabilitation whatsoever. I’m not sure if the doctor saw my efficiency button or what but he specifically told me “do not rush through your exercises.” Me? Rush?
In theory, this should be easy right? Cut down my to do list, schedule less work, meetings, events, etc.
But in practice this has never worked for me before.