PT and PBR

PT = Physical Therapy. I went for my first appoinment yesterday. Lots of poking and prodding and measuring. My pelvis is twisted. The left hand side is about 2 inches farther forward than the right hand side. This is where most of the pain is coming from. The muscles are reacting to the trauma and tightening up, and the ligaments have endured a whole bunch of damage. I did have the pleasure of having warm gel and a 20 minute ultrasound on my butt. I've had so many people poking at it in the past couple of weeks, that I no longer have qualms about exposing the booty to my docs.

There is good news in here, I promise. I have been released to start swimming. I'll have to take it easy at first and use a kickboard to keep myself aligned, but at least I can start doing something. Weight bearing exercises are a no-no (walking included) so I'm pretty limited for now. I also have stretches that I'll do every day to get my butt muscles moving again.

PBR = Tall boys of pabst blue ribbon at happy hour with the rad derby girl, Vivienne Hell. I don't think she meant to hurt me, but I was laughing for 2.5 hours and it kind of hurt my butt. It was worth it. I love, love, love hanging out with her. She has the best stories and is totally expressive in the telling. I wish I could start skating with her, but I suppose I'll just have to settle with drinking with her for now. And that's just as fun.