Katja and Arne's travel stories

27.07.15 Osteopath

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As Katja move out to have an early breakfast with others from class I prepare for today’s actions.

I feel the pull in my inner thigh as I get up. I’ve slept like a baby tonight and gone through eight hours without moving an eyelid. Getting out of bed and moving to the toilet is a study in pain without sound. Katja’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet and I’m trying not to wake her. The stiffness and soreness I have is killing me. It’s not that I feel I have forever to get to the bathroom, the movement is almost killing me to reach the door while I try to make as little sound as possible. Holy cow, that was close in so many ways.

I’m going to see a osteopath today for the first time in my life. She’s the one who’s been teaching Katja’s class on anatomy. My back and knee are hopefully gonna meet their match today. I’ve got the description on how to get to Rachel, but set off with loads of time to spare. I fumble just once and get there with good time. I wrote a little for the blog while waiting my turn.

It’s my first visit at a homeopath, but I’m pretty familiar with chiropractic, having used one back home since ’98. Still, within fifteen minutes we’ve made clear what messes up my knee and my balance. It’s strange that I and others haven’t noticed this before: my feet points outward and I favor the outside of them both. This makes for a rotation in the whole if my lower extremities. My left knee is pointing about 45 degrees to the left instead of straight ahead. Poor little thing. Think of all the km’s I’ve put it through running on asphalt.

I get a lot of exercises to do, and just doing a few for a short while makes me straighter. I don’t know how long I’ll have to do these to permanently change, but it’s easier to do it when you immediately see results.

I drive from Rachel, loses track of direction and make a long drive home bound. I stop to have lunch at Clear where we had dinner last night. I had a taste of my neighbors pancakes and I’ve been thinking of them since.

I meet with a crazy traffic coming out from Clear and take a few back roads home. I spend the afternoon in the room waiting for Katja while doing stuff on the PC. When she comes home we drive up the road to Kebun and had organic spring chicken. What ever it is, it tastes good.

“There’s a great metaphor that one of my doctors uses: If a fish is swimming in a dirty tank and it gets sick, do you take it to the vet and amputate the fin? No, you clean the water. So, I cleaned up my system. By eating organic raw greens, nuts and healthy fats, I am flooding my body with enzymes, vitamins and oxygen.”
– Kris Carr

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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