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They say most accidents that take place at home occur in the restroom and I have no reason to doubt that. About a month ago I was getting out of the tub when I lost my balance and began to fall. I remember reflexively grabbing for the edge of the sink, my hand making contact enough to grip on, but then slip off its slippery surface. The next thing I keep in mind is being in agonizing pain in hospital.
Two days later I was able to leave the healthcare facility, albeit strolling extremely gradually and bunched over. I do not ever desire to toss my back out like that again.
They offered me an assessment and I was told that I would have numerous sessions with a massage therapist and then I 'd also begin working with a physical therapist who would assist me through workouts to strengthen my back. I was actually looking forward to it because, not just would it make my back hurt less, I 'd constantly wanted an expert massage and never been able to validate the expense.
I stood (sitting was still too uncomfortable) in the waiting room, attempting not to gaze at the other patients. Hearing my name, I browsed and saw a young, extremely in shape-- really, extremely fit-- man smiling at me. I smiled back, and most likely blushed too. (I blush far too quickly, but I can't help it; I'm constantly believing naughty thoughts.) I followed the man, who presented himself as Alexander, through to a little room. He closed the door and asked me to rest on my stomach on the narrow, cushioned massage table. I did so. And blushed again.
I 'd simply presumed my massage therapist would be a lady. Here I was, alone in a small space with Alexander, a really great looking guy who probably used every lunch break to work out on the center's workout equipment. I hoped his sense of smell wasn't too acute or he 'd understand that I was really, truly looking forward to this treatment session.
I tried, and extremely I think I really handled, to not whimper or groan during the following thirty minutes when Alexander's hands touched, rubbed and kneaded my back. And even fairly low down on my butt. I was extremely happy with myself and I even managed to act relatively generally once the session was over. Alexander said he 'd like to see me 3 times a week for the next few weeks. I 'd have gone back every day.
After a couple of weeks with Alexander's expert hands, my back was really starting to feel a lot much better. At the end of the second week, he discussed that three times a week was working well for me however that his schedule was really complete the following week and he didn't have anything readily available. He guaranteed me it would only be for a week, then I 'd be able to come back at my routine afternoon time.
I was actually looking forward to it because, not only would it make my back hurt less, I 'd always wanted a professional massage and never been able to validate the cost.
I attempted, and extremely I think I really managed, to not whimper or moan during the following thirty minutes when Alexander's hands touched, rubbed and kneaded my back. After a couple of weeks with Alexander's professional hands, my back was actually beginning to feel a lot better. At the end of the 2nd week, he explained that 3 times a week was working well for me but that his schedule was really complete the following week and he didn't have anything readily available. He assured me it would only be for a week, then I 'd be able to come back at my regular afternoon time.
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