An Elvis massage
Elvis is our "15 minute" massage person that does the rounds at work. Even though I've been a couch potato for the last week, my hip still hurts on occasion. So I asked him to have a dig around. And boy, did he dig!
I can't believe that it's still sore.
I'm not really sure what to do about this. Another week of couch-potatoism? More massages? I bought a hard rubber cricketball from Kmart at lunchtime to roll around on - a tennis ball doesn't go deep enough (or perhaps my rolls of fat simply cushion the impact).
Grrr.
The ankle is not 100% either. Perhaps I could amputate.
3 comments:
Maybe time to have a chat with a sports doc?
ps. The reason I mentioned the sports doc is I'd just read this blog a bit earlier.
http://absenthusband.blogspot.com/
Of course, this probably has nothing to do with your particular problem, but a sports doc might be in a better position to sort it out.
I knew he was still alive! Does Elvis sing while doing massage?
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