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averygoodun42So the body work that Geoff and I are having done is called visceral manipulation. It's basically taking osteopathy (and cranial-sacral work) to the next level. It's not exactly fun, but so far it's been highly effective. I can tell you now that it's a completely different experience for every person, though. The therapist completely pretzeled Geoff, putting his head, neck and arms (the latter separately) into completely implausible positions. With his arms, it looked as though his shoulder was going to be dislocated, she was moving it into such unnatural positions. However, the end result was Geoff feeling like his shoulder was, for the first time in decades, a functional shoulder. She worked on a lot more than that, of course, but that was the most obvious and immediate result.
I, on the other hand, wasn't pretzeled. I was smushed. I swear there were times when the therapist's hand was going to make contact with the table as she was digging into my abdomen. It was painful and highly uncomfortable by turns, but it wasn't until the day after that I really felt it. Oh. My. God. It felt like I'd been run over by a truck. Either that or my torso had been a punching bag for a karate class.
It was bad. As I moved about, the torso pain receded, but then a migraine started coming on, making the natural light (and it had to be sunny, didn't it?) a sickening experience. Fortunately, a cup of tea and a glass of water did their magic and I felt human just in time to see the therapist again.
And fortunately, I was expecting the next session to be not as nasty in its physical aspect. Emotionally...
Interesting stuff came up. It seems that I've been infected with "ick" since in utero. We got me mostly cleansed (I think there's about 1% of the "ick" left) and figured out the main source of my disorder and cleared a good percentage of that out as well. Not all. Seems I'm stubborn. Who knew?
What was really funny and interesting to me was when the therapist got in touch with what/whoever has been saving my life all along. I don't know whether it's a part of me or an external force (I actually do believe in guardian angels), but she's sassy. The phrase that triggered the significance indicator to one of the therapist's questions was, "You got that right, sister!" when a simple yes could have sufficed.
So, anyway, it was interesting. And insightful. And I'm looking forward to the third session, which will hopefully finish releasing the odd density in my chest. And the energy cyst around my eye. And, hopefully, there'll be time left to work a little more on releasing my neck stuffs completely.
Point is, it was hard, but I think it will be totally worth it, and I would completely recommend finding a good osteopath who's been trained in Europe rather than the States. So a DO, rather than an MD, DO (although an MD, DO will do if it's all you can find :-).
I, on the other hand, wasn't pretzeled. I was smushed. I swear there were times when the therapist's hand was going to make contact with the table as she was digging into my abdomen. It was painful and highly uncomfortable by turns, but it wasn't until the day after that I really felt it. Oh. My. God. It felt like I'd been run over by a truck. Either that or my torso had been a punching bag for a karate class.
It was bad. As I moved about, the torso pain receded, but then a migraine started coming on, making the natural light (and it had to be sunny, didn't it?) a sickening experience. Fortunately, a cup of tea and a glass of water did their magic and I felt human just in time to see the therapist again.
And fortunately, I was expecting the next session to be not as nasty in its physical aspect. Emotionally...
Interesting stuff came up. It seems that I've been infected with "ick" since in utero. We got me mostly cleansed (I think there's about 1% of the "ick" left) and figured out the main source of my disorder and cleared a good percentage of that out as well. Not all. Seems I'm stubborn. Who knew?
What was really funny and interesting to me was when the therapist got in touch with what/whoever has been saving my life all along. I don't know whether it's a part of me or an external force (I actually do believe in guardian angels), but she's sassy. The phrase that triggered the significance indicator to one of the therapist's questions was, "You got that right, sister!" when a simple yes could have sufficed.
So, anyway, it was interesting. And insightful. And I'm looking forward to the third session, which will hopefully finish releasing the odd density in my chest. And the energy cyst around my eye. And, hopefully, there'll be time left to work a little more on releasing my neck stuffs completely.
Point is, it was hard, but I think it will be totally worth it, and I would completely recommend finding a good osteopath who's been trained in Europe rather than the States. So a DO, rather than an MD, DO (although an MD, DO will do if it's all you can find :-).
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Date: 2007-12-30 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 03:28 am (UTC)However, I'm not sure I'll really know how I feel until a few weeks have passed just because of the nature of the beast.
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Date: 2007-12-30 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 10:59 pm (UTC)I'll probably bore ya'll with the process after I've had a bit of time to wade through and digest it a bit. :-)
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Date: 2007-12-30 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 10:57 pm (UTC)And yes, tres ouchie. But... And now I go back for more! whee. (Although actually I'm quite excited about what the next session will produce.)