I went to Zumba this morning. I didn't teach any routines, but it wasn't bad. She's slowly coming up with more stuff. We're still doing routines we've done for the past five weeks or however long it's been.
I showered after Zumba, fed Eis, then left for rehab. Kim and I discussed my back pain from the weekend and I realised (before saying anything) that it wasn't due to anything we did at rehab because all the things we did would have targeted my hips, not my back. I didn't do anything strange in Zumba and I didn't have any moments with Eis where I'd done something and known that it was "wrong."
She had me side-step on the treadmill for five minutes on each side. Then she had me lay on one of the tables and the checked out my hips and pelvis to see where it was in relation to where it should be... and she told me that my left side was now rotated forward, whereas when we started a few weeks ago, it was rotated back. She did some adjustments and moved it where she wanted it.
Next, she massaged my psoas muscles. I could really feel that into my back -- yeow!! After she was done with that, she turned me on my stomach and mashed on my SI and pulled on my left leg cause I was having pains in my hip, too.
I did core strengthening with the pressure cuff under me and she tried to loosen up the muscles along my spine, since my pain "spot" kept moving around and she was tired of chasing it. I left after an hour, feeling pretty good.
It was when I got in the car and looked at my phone (no phones in rehab) that I learned I have some anger issues. Ty had texted me at the exact moment I said I would be unavailable. I tried to text him, hoping he'd wake up, but to no avail. It apparently made me livid.
I got home and I was a huge bitch cause I was so mad. There were obviously a lot of underlying issues that went along with him being unavailable, but it must've been the straw that broke this camel's back because daaaamn.
My mom said, "Don't do anything rash or say anything because you're just upset right now," "It's not that bad," and, "You can't punish him for sleeping," to which I replied, "Watch me."
Perhaps I become ragingly angry because I have to be strong. I can't cry because I have to be in control and capable. Yet, there's a lot going on and I obviously can't handle it all without losing my cool.
I didn't go to dinner for my dad's birthday because I didn't want to take Eis out and expose her to people. Plus, I knew that if she fussed, she'd be much harder to console. She had napped great all day, so my mom thought I was being a bit too cautious. However, Eis woke soon after they left and was a huge fuss bucket until they got home (five-ish) hours later. When I told her that, not only did Eis not go to sleep, but she fussed almost constantly unless I was holding her, she said it was good I didn't go.
I was beat, so they put her down while I went to sleep... unfortunately, she was up about an hour later.
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