Hello. How are you? What did you do today?
Me? I spent my day in the noble pursuit of a headache-free life. Even a headache-free hour would have been appreciated.
Some of you may have noticed that I sometimes have some difficulty in shrugging off stressors and allowing myself to relax. The result, in extreme cases, is that I develop tension headaches. My doctor says that I tense up until the muscles in my neck become so rigid and tight that they compress the nerves in my neck. Once, he even suggested that I get botox injections in my neck muscles because nothing else has ever successfully relaxed them. I had a mental picture of the doctor injecting too much botox and me having to reach back and yank on the hair on the back of my head in order to hold my head up. No, thank you to the botox.
This headache has been particularly tenacious and painful. Last night, the pain in my neck was almost unbearable so I took one of my particularly potent headache pills and slipped into a blissful phrenylin haze where I dreamed that I was chasing one of my friends because she was crying and I wanted to help her but she was lost in a maze and I couldn’t get to her.
I expected to wake up headache-free this morning, but instead I woke up in agonizing pain that caused dry heaves every time I sat up for more than ten minutes. So, I strategized and decided my only hope was to go in with a three pronged approach: chiropractic treatment, massage therapy, and potent headache medicine.
I started at the chiropractor. My chiropractor is so well-liked and laid-back that he is affectionally referred to only as “Dr. Dave” by his patients. I only see him when I have a headache. He insists that I have TENS and heat therapy prior to my adjustment because experience has taught him that it is almost impossible to try to pop the bones of a woman whose muscles are so rigid that she resembles someone who’s been hexed by the “petrificus totalus” curse (from the Harry Potter books if you are feeling confused). The tech led me to the treatment room, slapped some electrodes on my neck and shoulders and said, “Tell me when.” I usually wait until the stimulation from the TENS unit is a little uncomfortable before I say “when” because my experience has been that the tech sets it slightly lower than my threshold and then I feel like it does no good. Today was different. She left the TENS set right where I told her to. The result was that my muscles twitched about uncomfortably every time the TENS unit achieved maximal power.
When Dr. Dave helped me on to the table, his remark was, “Another bad headache, Heather?” *tsk, tsk* Even after the TENS and heat therapy, Dr. Dave had some trouble cracking my bones. He remarked that I should run, not walk, to my massage therapist. I was one step ahead of him.
I have had the same massage therapist for five or six years. I go to her because she is very strong and very kind. She laid her hands on my neck and shoulders and sighed. She had her work cut out for her. She kneaded and pulled and stretched my aching muscles. She grabbed my leg and folded it up toward my nose and pulled my arms back to my shoulder blades. She leaned against her forearm and rolled it from my ankle to my fingertip and then repeated the same move on the other side of my body. She rolled me onto my back and wedged her arms under my shoulder blades and slid her fingertips along the long muscles of my back. She rubbed the muscles on either side of my neck as she pushed my head toward the opposite shoulder so as to stretch out the tightness on either side of my spine. She massaged my scalp and rubbed her hands in tiny circles across my forehead, temples and cheekbones. She even laced her fingers in mine and pushed back on my hand while expertly rubbing the stress out of my plams. In short, she was wonderful. If she were a man, I would have proposed. She chastised me before I left, “You have got to do something about this tension, Heather. I wasn’t able to get all of the knots out this time and it only seems to get worse with each visit. Your neck and shoulder muscles feel like solid rock.” “I know, I know,” I murmured as I looked at the floor.
Alas, the massage helped enough that I was able to eat dinner but I still suffered from queasiness and the feeling that my food was roiling around in my belly. I looked at Brad, pale-faced, and begged to be taken home. I took my magic headache pill just before I started typing this post, which might explain the rambling as it is more potent than a shot of tequila. I really do expect to wake up headache-free in the morning and I have scheduled another massage for Friday afternoon to take another stab at releasing the knots in my shoulders and neck.
As for preventing a swift recurrence of such misery as I endured today? Well, I am joining my old gym in an effort to sweat the stress out of my body. The simple fact that my life has settled down now that we are no longer moving should help as well. And, as usual, writing in my blog every night does a world of good.
So, here’s hoping that everyone’s tomorrow is free of headaches, medical ailments, and stress. I should be back to posting non-rambling and slightly entertaining posts by tomorrow. Or am I kidding myself?