Yesterday I was so cranky I thought I would die. I spent the entire day in a ball of angst consumed with worry regarding the ever looming specter of Law School Yet-to-Come. And then today happened.
Today I spent two hours buck naked and getting rubbed down with hot oil...by a Licensed Massage Therapist. Holy crap. She did some amazing things to my back and neck that I didn't even know needed to be done, and honestly, I feel SO much better. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if she was a Viking god named Sven wearing only a bursting-at-the-seam loincloth (do loinclothes have seams?). Well, you get the idea.
I have made a vow that someway, somehow, I am going to find a way to continue getting massages once school starts, even if it's only once a quarter or once a month.
I still don't want to go back to school, but after accepting the fact that I have to and am going to, it is so nice to feel like my shoulders are where they are supposed to be instead of hovering up around my ears, and my back is in something resembling actual alignment. And the best part is, my mom paid! My mom goes to this woman (actually she's my age, so maybe young woman is more accurate) once a week, for an hour and a half, and she has always raved about how great she is...and I've always only half listened because as we've established, my mom can be a little dippy (in a nice way) sometimes. But really and truly this is the least stressed out I've felt since WAY before I started school and the therapist was SO nice. The whole experience was awesome. Sigh.
And, according to the therapist, my homework assignment is to take a yoga class to help deal with the stress and computer-hunching associated with school. That is something I wanted to do anyway, so I guess I'll try that out too. Maybe I'll at least be able to forget how much I hate school for a couple hours a week...without the use of alcohol.