Sometimes when I am square in between someone’s shoulder blades, I find myself thinking about how some of these knots got there.
Most are whiplashes and hard work – a traffic encounter followed by running a lathe at the machine shop, or writing some intensely detailed thesis. No fun involved.
Once in a while somebody has a different combination.
This gentleman had back pain. He told me he had a brand new promotion and lots of extra stress with it. As I worked on massaging his muscles, he told me the one fun thing about the promotion. He celebrated by getting the dream car. Not that I know that much about cars, he was clearly having a ball driving his super-charged, T-topped Corvette.
“Have any trouble getting in and out of the car?“ I asked.
There followed a long pause. His back stiffened. “Some.”
Never mess with a dream.
“Tell you what, I bet you will love that car even more when I show you a couple of tricks on getting in and out that will help your back.”
“Um. OK.” He started to relax. After his massage, we went out to the car and I demonstrated how to sit first and then swing both legs in at the same time, eliminating the sciatic effects of one-legged entry. Once in, I showed how to get the car seat to drop back and up before exiting. The slinky bucket seats? Umm. “Sometimes it helps to adjust the seat up a little,” I said, trying to be tactful.
Should this client be driving a roller skate with jet packs? Heck no.
But oh heck, when I stood looking at the Cherry-red (never maroon) super-finish of this slinky corvette I had to say: “Some people have all the toys!”
“Want a ride?” he asked.
“You bet!”
Hair flying in the wind, I had to wonder: How am I going to get out of this car?
