No, this is not a horror story blog. Although does remind me that there is a new vampire movie out that I would like to see.
I have been having some lower back achiness off and on for the past few weeks. So, the first solution whenever something does not feel quite right is a trip to the organgrinder.
Way back when I was just starting out with this crazy swim/bike/run idea I pretty much spent most of the year injured. It was the years of swimming, and no impact sports that made my body rebel anytime I made it work too hard on land. I did a 10 km in Waterloo, my university town, and a couple of km from the finish felt something go very wrong in my hip. Well 10 minutes after the race I could barely walk, and when I woke up in the middle of the night to go pee I realized that not only could I not walk, I couldn’t even lift my leg. So, I sat on the floor and started to pull myself along the floor with my arms, dragging my leg behind me. This woke Chris up and he looked at me, shook his head and asked what I was doing. Going to the washroom I said, but I didn’t factor in the travel time, so was getting a bit anxious. Well, by the next day I knew I was seriously injured. And after 3 months of physio, chiropractor, massage and doctors I was still walking with a limp and not running. Well, this is where the organ grinder comes in. Someone recommended that I go see Doug, and although I had never heard on an osteopath I was willing to try anything. As the dictionary tells me an osteopath is “a branch of medical practice that emphasizes the treatment of medical disorders through the manipulation and massage of the bones, joints, and muscles. ” I must say, very gentle, passive adjustments, no pain, no cracking or creaking noises. But somehow after 3 weeks of these adjustments I was running again.
So over the years any injury, or almost injury I have had were treated by Doug. During one treatment he was explaining how my liver, or spleen, or something was adhering to faschia connected to something, connected to something else which was giving my hip issues. When I later tried to remember the explanation or tell Chris what he did it basically sounded like Doug moved my internal organs around all over the place, and that fixed me up. So that’s how the organgrinder name came up. Of course the funniest part is that Doug is soft spoken, slight built, kind, most easy going guy you will ever meet. Not the massive giant, with meat cleavers you imagine when I say organgrinder, eh?
