My chairtopper was still broken so Dan came out, got my chair out of my trunk, waited as I transferred, and pushed me in. He pushed me to the chairs and I waited for my time. Mike came over and told me that Matt was on the blue table and that we would work on the white table. I groaned and told him that I didn’t like the white table. He pushed me over to the tables.
I looked at Matt and jokingly told him that he, “was messing with my mojo again!” and we both laughed. He moved from the blue table to the white table. Score! I would have a good showing now, I thought. Mike put me on the table. Now, basically, I hug him (with my arms around his neck) and he kind of lifts me onto the table and kind of lays me down. Changing positions makes me dizzy so I hold on to him for a second for the room to stop spinning so I can put my left and then my right hand on the table to let go and sit up. Something was different this time though. He had his right arm bent instead of straight and he and Deeds were talking. My eyes were closed and I was trying to compensate for the difference I felt and I told Mike and Deeds to, “stop talking!, I’m trying to concentrate!” as I held on to Mike trying to make the room stop spinning.
It wasn’t and I was holding on to Mike for what seemed like a longtime so I let go, fell back onto the table, put the heels of my palms firmly over my eyes, and waited as the room continued to spin. Mike always jokes how I hold on to him for so long and I tell him that it’s because I have a Neurological Disorder and then I tell him that he likes it. The room will then stop spinning and we get to work.
This time, after he kneaded my calves and knuckled my thighs, I was able to do 5 knee raises on each leg (Thanks Matt for allowing the return of the blue table!) then Mike had me lay back so he could stretch my legs. He stretched them like I was sitting like a man so I could take this pic because it was “Wacky Sock Wednesday”:
He stretched both legs so my butt REALLY hurt and then he put me back in my chair and took me to get my jacket and out to my car. He had difficulty getting my feet in AGAIN and I asked how i felt. He said, “Good, until I try to get your feet in [the xar].” Well, I guess that’s good…? Slowly but surely…