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Taking Care Of Myself
Jun. 1st, 2011 11:29 pmThe most frustrating thing about getting over a hangup, or a fear or anxiety, is the embarrassment and general feeling of foolishness that comes when you realize, in retrospect, just how ungrounded your issues actually were.
That said, I honestly think that the best thing I've done in the past several years, in terms of my physical health, is get over my objections to massage therapy. I'm still grudging in my acceptance of it, but I can no longer deny that it helps, and I'm willing to accept that it's not quite the selfish waste of money I thought it was.
After nearly two weeks of nigh-constant headaches bad enough to leave me in tears, I broke down and scheduled myself another massage at the local parlor. This is the second time I've resorted to that as headache therapy, and... as much as I hate to admit it, it works. Better than anything else I've tried, from hot and cold packs to Tylenol and ibuprofen to backrubs-from-friends. It may not be an instant cure-all, but it takes the pain away for a little while, and makes it a lot easier for everything else to be effective.
And... I like this place, and the people who work there. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, or creepy, or needlessly decadent. It just feels like another way to help fight headaches and the nightmares that come when I fall asleep in pain.
So I went, and it helped, and I've even swallowed my pride and my objections and signed up for a monthly plan. With any luck this will help beat the tension down to a level where I might be able to feel my shoulders again, and the headaches will become a thing of the past.
And yeah, all of you guys who told me to get over myself and just accept this as appropriate can now say that you told me so. It still bugs me, and I still feel like a wastrel spendthrift, but... it's working.
That said, I honestly think that the best thing I've done in the past several years, in terms of my physical health, is get over my objections to massage therapy. I'm still grudging in my acceptance of it, but I can no longer deny that it helps, and I'm willing to accept that it's not quite the selfish waste of money I thought it was.
After nearly two weeks of nigh-constant headaches bad enough to leave me in tears, I broke down and scheduled myself another massage at the local parlor. This is the second time I've resorted to that as headache therapy, and... as much as I hate to admit it, it works. Better than anything else I've tried, from hot and cold packs to Tylenol and ibuprofen to backrubs-from-friends. It may not be an instant cure-all, but it takes the pain away for a little while, and makes it a lot easier for everything else to be effective.
And... I like this place, and the people who work there. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, or creepy, or needlessly decadent. It just feels like another way to help fight headaches and the nightmares that come when I fall asleep in pain.
So I went, and it helped, and I've even swallowed my pride and my objections and signed up for a monthly plan. With any luck this will help beat the tension down to a level where I might be able to feel my shoulders again, and the headaches will become a thing of the past.
And yeah, all of you guys who told me to get over myself and just accept this as appropriate can now say that you told me so. It still bugs me, and I still feel like a wastrel spendthrift, but... it's working.
