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June 5, 2007

Very very early this morning at physical therapy, I tried to convince four separate therapists and assistants that what would be best for my back, and my overall health and well-being in general, was what I called restorative napping. I would be happy to stay in the treatment room and restoratively nap until 8, and we could skip the part where I have to do stuff in the gym, and all would be awesome and great.

Some attendant whose name I don’t know agreed that restorative napping might be nice, but then left.

“Ha, nice try,” Andy said as he came in to check on me. “C’mon! It’s rehabilitative!” I protested. He said he wished he could nap. I suggested he tell them his back hurt and that the only cure was restorative napping.

When Lauren was doing my ultrasound treatment I ran it by her. She said it sounded like a good idea to her, so when Andy came back, I told him Lauren had approved my restorative napping plan. He laughed and made me do a twisty thing for my back. Then he said in all seriousness that if I were truly tired and in pain, we could skip the gym today, but then I felt all guilty because I have to pay money every time I go to PT and as my mother is fond of saying, I can nap at home for free. So I said I’d suck it up and go out to the gym.

So then I told Fred in the gym that Lauren and Andy recommended restorative napping instead of strength training. He said that was a great plan and then chatted with me to distract me while I was doing the arm bike and the recumbent bike and a bunch of things with weights, so I lost count and actually did more work than usual. He said it was all part of his grand plan. Then when I was all done with the hard stuff, he told me I had three more exercises to do at home this week, and all three of them were restorative napping. I want Fred to be my personal trainer because he is awesome and crafty.

And then I spent all day in the first of four days of hard-core conversion meetings, and I feel like a wet dishrag right about now. So I’m going to go pick up my sushi I just ordered, and then I’m going to go home and eat it, and then I’m going to take a restorative nap that will probably last until about 7 tomorrow morning.

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3 Comments Leave a Comment

  • 1. g  |  June 6, 2007 at 8:24 pm

    Naps are underrated … I’d stick with it.

  • 2. Hugo  |  June 8, 2007 at 1:44 pm

    Oh, naps are essential. I am a huge advocate of restorative napping. I just have an unfortunate tendency to do it at long stoplights.

  • 3. v.  |  June 16, 2007 at 1:10 pm

    you should try some restorative massage therapy too; it goes great with res. napping!

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