I have realised that maybe I am well and truely broken. Not just a little bit – but properly broken. Sadly not in the kind of way that sounds eye wateringly rock and roll – not a weekend of crazy partying with me announcing on a Monday that I feel smashed up from my antics, just a stupid, sober, daylight accident!
It happened on the ski slopes of Wengen – a short break (that could so have been a pun) – a cheeky bit of time away from the salon, marred slightly by the momentous wipeout that I managed the first and only day of skiing….the gentleman that came to my aide told me that I looked like I was “making love to the mountain” OHMYGOD how embarrasing – shagging a mountain – that’s got to be a first!
So the rehab (god, I am trying to sex this story up aren’t I!) so far this week, it has cost me £122 just to be able to get my body to function enough to get to work! Maybe if I worked for someone else, I would have just written myself off for the week and sat on the sofa, leg up, scoffing marshmallows (but my arse is already heading towards needing its own postcode!), watching trash daytime TV. Sadly skiving from myself was not an option, so with the help of an osteopath, sports therapist and a pilates instructor – here I am full of beans, shorter (oh yes, flat shoes for 8 weeks!) than normal but definitely here and functioning!
On my arrival back in the UK I rushed my knee in to see Ruari at The Breaksphere Clinic. Beauty Therapists and Massage Therapists constantly fall apart and the team at the clinic are awesome at getting bodies moving again – my patient notes go on for pages….sore neck, back, shoulder, lower back….you name it they have sorted it! Ruari confidently announced that I had “dodged a nasty bullet” but he also solemnly told me no sport, no twisting, no walking down hill (I now come home from the Co-op backwards, Charlbury is an accepting place, people just smile and carry on giving me a wider than normal berth……) no running for 8 weeks….. Jeeps. So if I can’t run, then what can I do? Pilates. With the beautiful Dinah Siman, a friend, but also the most incredible font of knowledge on the body, its workings, keeping things fluid and rehabilitating damaged ones! She specialises in Polestar Pilates and Gyrotonic and has a very loyal following of devotees to her studio in Fulwell 07852 272 499.
My next stop was for my monthly “ironing” from Gary the sports therapist. If he’s good enough for the England Rugby Team, he’s definitely good enough for me. Sports massage should be made law for everyone to have! It stretches, unwinds and restores in a way no therapeutic massage can do. I’m not sure if my begging for a job as his assistant has ever been taken particularly seriously, or maybe its the slightly wistful look I get in my eyes when I imagine all those rugby bodies needing massaging…..however, a girl has got to try!
How lucky am I to have access to such a brilliant bunch of talented therapists right on my doorstep, who inspire me with their knowledge and their dedication to their chosen profession. As my career turns another corner with the impending sale of the salon looming…….maybe this hurty knee happened for a reason and maybe I will find inspiration whilst I rehabilitate…..