When the chiropractor unwound the fabric to reveal a Dexter-esque set of metal implements, my palms started to sweat. First there had been the intense manipulation, the upward press against the screaming muscles flanking my shin bone. But now what: torture devices? I glanced nervously toward the exit.
She assured me that the metal utensils were not knives — but she did not confirm whether or not they were tools of torture.
While explaining how the Graston Technique breaks down scar tissue, I was focusing more intently on how that hard metal tool felt scraping down my shin. It was crunchy. Seriously. And it wasn’t particularly comfortable, either. Apparently I have a lot of this nasty gravelly stuff lurking beneath my skin.
But I have to say that afterward, it feels like blood is flowing fast to all the places that need it. And if a bit of pain is needed for me to keep spinning and swimming, then I’m a willing torturee.