Sophie helped me into Barwis yesterday. My legs were a bit tight so she pulled them out of my car for me. She also pushed me up the small ramp to the inside. I waited by the chairs until Phil came to get me. He got the plyo box situated and grabbed my left ankle to pull my leg up to his lap. He looked at me as he did this and exclaimed, “Are you sh*ttin’ me?!” I laughed. I didn’t think it was a real question, just an exclamation of how tight my legs were. What can I say?! I’m a little stressed out. Wednesday will be the last time I see Phil. I’m a bit bummed. I was bummed when Jesse left and I have known Phil for 5X as long! He stretched me at the boxes for a while longer and then told me to go to the blue table.
I noticed the new blue table a few times ago but had never been on it. It’s lower to the ground and is wider than both the black and white tables. It would look like we were going to sit around it and have an Asian tea ceremony except for its royal blue pad on top. Phil told me to get on it and waited while I adjusted my chair a few times and then put one of the armrests up and tried to shimmy on to the table. It wasn’t working out so well so Phil got frustrated and just picked me up and placed me on the table. I didn’t like this table. Phil stretched me while I laid on my back and then told me to lay on my stomach.
Before I had Sean, I used to sleep on my stomach but I stopped that when I was pregnant (OBVIOUSLY!). I remained a back sleeper until a few months after I started coming to Barwis. As I gained more control of my body, I morphed from the “fetus” to the “yearner” and then graduated to the coveted (for me), “free fall”er. I posted all this information in the “A Bit Of Randomness” strand on my blog. “The Daily Positive: What does your sleeping position say about your personality?” I write this because I am a “free fall”er so laying on my stomach should be no problem… Or WAS a “free fall”er. I went back to being a “fetus” – Gee! What on earth do I have to be worried about?! I WONDER?! Anyway, I write this because as I got on to my stomach, it was my turn to ask, “Are you sh*ttin’ me?! Because this hurt crazy badly! (I didn’t say that because I’m not a potty mouth like Phil) but I thought it for sure!!! Phil cracked my back and then put me back in my chair. He hurried and just put me in the car because it was FREEZING!!!
As he stowed my chair, he likened him leaving to Michael Jordan retiring. I didn’t let him give me the explanation and told him that if he talks about it I will cry. Instead, he, “Joystick”ed me and went inside. I thought about the fact that the next time I see Phil at Barwis will be the last time as I drove home. I didn’t cry but my chest hurt… A LOT.