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I Am Banned from Yoga Right Now, And You Better Believe I’m Salty

Okay, banned is probably not the right word, but that’s how it feels! I’ve been having issues with my rotator cuff, and the doctor I saw yesterday prescribed me physical therapy, only underhand serving in volleyball (like I’m a 9-year old or a 90-year old), and NO YOGA. #firstworldproblems

I’m not actually sure how I injured my rotator cuff, to be honest. It’s possible that I hurt it during volleyball, but it’s also possible that I hurt it during this one yoga class where the instructor pressed down on my shoulder a little bit too hard. Needless to say, there wasn’t a particular incident where I can say, “yeah, I definitely hurt it then!”

So what does that mean? It means I get to to PT for the first time in almost two decades, and it means I’m going to have to get creative if I want to stay in shape and not be a mopey whiner while I wait to see if PT works. The doctor warned me: If PT doesn’t work, I’m going to have to get an MRI, and I might need surgery. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that! I was terrified! I’ve actually never had surgery before, and the only time I had to go to the hospital for an injury was when I was a really little kid and I shoved a bead up my nose.


I still remember those scary, long, scissor-looking things that they shoved up my nose to retrieve the bead I had pulled off my cowgirl boots and promptly shoved into my nostril because… I don’t even know why I did it. Even then, I didn’t even know why it did it! This is why I can’t have nice things…

The only other time I have had to go to physical therapy was back when I was about 13. I remember the various smells of the heating pads and machines, and the pain of it all. I had gotten pretty bad whiplash in a car accident, and it took a couple of months until things felt totally back to normal. While I’m bummed that I’m going to have to go to PT again (I manage to rehab myself from the shoulder dislocation… I think…), I’m hopeful that it will get me feeling better again – and maybe even better than I was feeling before the injury! It’s really jacking up my game, and the fact that I can’t do any yoga or any real upper body work is really messing me up mentally. It sucks, guys!

I’ll update you all after my first session next week. Fingers crossed that all goes well!

Have you ever had to go through physical therapy? How did you feel when you were done? Have you ever had to go to the hospital for something weird? Have you been threatened with surgery before? 

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I Am Banned from Yoga Right Now, And You Better Believe I’m Salty

Okay, banned is probably not the right word, but that’s how it feels! I’ve been having issues with my rotator cuff, and the doctor I saw yesterday prescribed me physical therapy, only underhand serving in volleyball (like I’m a 9-year old or a 90-year old), and NO YOGA. #firstworldproblems

I’m not actually sure how I injured my rotator cuff, to be honest. It’s possible that I hurt it during volleyball, but it’s also possible that I hurt it during this one yoga class where the instructor pressed down on my shoulder a little bit too hard. Needless to say, there wasn’t a particular incident where I can say, “yeah, I definitely hurt it then!”

So what does that mean? It means I get to to PT for the first time in almost two decades, and it means I’m going to have to get creative if I want to stay in shape and not be a mopey whiner while I wait to see if PT works. The doctor warned me: If PT doesn’t work, I’m going to have to get an MRI, and I might need surgery. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that! I was terrified! I’ve actually never had surgery before, and the only time I had to go to the hospital for an injury was when I was a really little kid and I shoved a bead up my nose.


I still remember those scary, long, scissor-looking things that they shoved up my nose to retrieve the bead I had pulled off my cowgirl boots and promptly shoved into my nostril because… I don’t even know why I did it. Even then, I didn’t even know why it did it! This is why I can’t have nice things…

The only other time I have had to go to physical therapy was back when I was about 13. I remember the various smells of the heating pads and machines, and the pain of it all. I had gotten pretty bad whiplash in a car accident, and it took a couple of months until things felt totally back to normal. While I’m bummed that I’m going to have to go to PT again (I manage to rehab myself from the shoulder dislocation… I think…), I’m hopeful that it will get me feeling better again – and maybe even better than I was feeling before the injury! It’s really jacking up my game, and the fact that I can’t do any yoga or any real upper body work is really messing me up mentally. It sucks, guys!

I’ll update you all after my first session next week. Fingers crossed that all goes well!

Have you ever had to go through physical therapy? How did you feel when you were done? Have you ever had to go to the hospital for something weird? Have you been threatened with surgery before? 

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