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“So how’s your neck this week?” asked Dr Bowler, and he did a quick calculation from the ESMs for the last week.
“Better, over all—I had a lot of vertigo last Saturday though. And my left shoulder started hurting on Tuesday. I don’t know if that’s related.”
“Well, let me take a look.” He hopped on up on the table, and she stood behind him feeling his back and rotating his arms.
“Can you tell what’s happening in my shoulder?”
“There’s something happening with this rib, “ she said. “I don’t know if it’s connected. Go ahead and lie on your belly.”
He lay down and focused on breathing while she moved different body parts, trying to provide the correct level of resistance, or move with her hands, depending on what she was doing. As muscles released and tensions shifted, he remembered that he needed to buy a power adopter for next month’s trip to Egypt, and that he had been meaning to reread the latest novel by Delany.
He didn’t like to create action items at the doctor’s – he preferred to focus on breathing, and the physical sensations — so he just sent them to his inbox to prioritize and schedule later. The visualization he used was butterflies; he imagined butterflies shooting out of his left shoulder and sent the todos on to deal with later. The power adopter was urgent, so he made the butterfly yellow to ensure that he’d look at it the next day.
Dr Bowler’s hands were warm, and small, and very precise. When she had him roll onto his back, he closed his eyes to avoid an intimacy that seemed inappropriate; he was very aware of the ways that her skin touched his. His neck and jaw were itching, now; she did the thing that felt like turning his jaw inside out and scratching it deliciously. For a few moments all he could think about was the way it felt; then he remembered that he needed to email to cancel next weekend's gaming session. He sent that on its way with another butterfly, tagging this one yellow too.
He was dizzy when she was done, and sat up slowly, breathing deeply while she brought his glasses from her desk. “You should have more motion in that shoulder," she said, "But you might feel a bit woozy."
“Yeah, I guess so, “ he said, and they both laughed.
“Let’s try two weeks,” she said.
“Great.” He sent a blue butterfly— his visualization for an appointment— to choose a good date between his calendar and hers, and wobbled out of her office.
“Better, over all—I had a lot of vertigo last Saturday though. And my left shoulder started hurting on Tuesday. I don’t know if that’s related.”
“Well, let me take a look.” He hopped on up on the table, and she stood behind him feeling his back and rotating his arms.
“Can you tell what’s happening in my shoulder?”
“There’s something happening with this rib, “ she said. “I don’t know if it’s connected. Go ahead and lie on your belly.”
He lay down and focused on breathing while she moved different body parts, trying to provide the correct level of resistance, or move with her hands, depending on what she was doing. As muscles released and tensions shifted, he remembered that he needed to buy a power adopter for next month’s trip to Egypt, and that he had been meaning to reread the latest novel by Delany.
He didn’t like to create action items at the doctor’s – he preferred to focus on breathing, and the physical sensations — so he just sent them to his inbox to prioritize and schedule later. The visualization he used was butterflies; he imagined butterflies shooting out of his left shoulder and sent the todos on to deal with later. The power adopter was urgent, so he made the butterfly yellow to ensure that he’d look at it the next day.
Dr Bowler’s hands were warm, and small, and very precise. When she had him roll onto his back, he closed his eyes to avoid an intimacy that seemed inappropriate; he was very aware of the ways that her skin touched his. His neck and jaw were itching, now; she did the thing that felt like turning his jaw inside out and scratching it deliciously. For a few moments all he could think about was the way it felt; then he remembered that he needed to email to cancel next weekend's gaming session. He sent that on its way with another butterfly, tagging this one yellow too.
He was dizzy when she was done, and sat up slowly, breathing deeply while she brought his glasses from her desk. “You should have more motion in that shoulder," she said, "But you might feel a bit woozy."
“Yeah, I guess so, “ he said, and they both laughed.
“Let’s try two weeks,” she said.
“Great.” He sent a blue butterfly— his visualization for an appointment— to choose a good date between his calendar and hers, and wobbled out of her office.