Deeds pulled me in to Barwis but once inside I asked Madison to help me find my phone. I lost it somewhere in my car so she took me back outside and called it. She crawled into my car into the driver’s seat and listened. It ended up being behind the passenger’s seat on the floor. I could NEVER have gotten it! I was SO grateful that she got it for me and I got that familiar pang of irritation/sadness with the knowledge and realization that I physically couldn’t do that myself. At least not NOW anyway. But, one day soon I hope. I LOVE that everybody at Barwis are like family now and anyone of them would help me out (EXCEPT Mike Rhoades – just kidding). She pushed me back inside and I waited for my time.
Mike pushed me over to the blue table and sat me on it. I told him that I slept HORRIBLY the night before and that my legs felt pretty tight. He kneaded my calves and knuckled my thighs. He told me to lay back and as soon as my shoulders hit the mat, my back painfully arched and I sat up. I saw Mike get that look in his eye, the one that Jesse and Phil used to get as well. It was as if Mike was mentally flipping through his kinesiology rolodex deciding on how he was going to stretch me. He told me to lay back again but this time raised my legs over his right shoulder. He pushed my knees against him to straighten my legs.
My back felt better but then he had me bend my knees with my feet on the table. He bent my right leg over my left knee like I was sitting like a man and told me that it was a “modified pretzel” that he was putting me in. I didn’t think it was any different but he stood on my right side and leaned in. Searing pain ripped through my right hamstring straight through my right buttcheek. I screamed, “You’re going to rip off my leg” five or six times. He didn’t ease up and I endured as best as I could.
My legs were Jell-O and Mike put me in my car. I fell asleep easily and slept well. I woke up in the morning and realized a couple of things: my legs felt tangled and I couldn’t untangle them and my Mom hadn’t gone to work yet. I called her and asked her to stop by to help me get out of bed. I couldn’t move. My house was on her way to work (she is a preschool teacher) and has a Saturday “Baby and Me” child and parent class. She came into my house (she has a key) and found me laying in bed with my son asleep in his room. My back was to her when she came into my room. Before she touched me, asked her to uncover me and untangle my legs and to do it fast because it was going to hurt. She replied that I should have just said, “Ooh Doggie!”. I laughed and once I was in my chair explained to her that it has to hurt if it’s to heal and assured her that I would be better as the day went on and I was.