baby can dance

I had my second osteopathy session this evening. I haven't noticed any improvement since the last one, nothing significant anyway. My knees are grumbling along at level one (out of ten), and have been like this for several weeks now. They flare up whenever I do any exercise. Great. I'll not go back again for my knees, but may return in a month because it is good for my posture.

Anyway, the session was really good. For a reason other than the treatment. It was supposed to be a 30min session, but she extended it to an hour. It is odd (for me, who is sooooo hung up about the weight I have put on) to spend an hour in my underwear, uncovered. She is a very touchy therapist... who talks with her hand on my knee, and moves my bra-strap back when it falls off my shoulder, and lifts my feet to where she wants them (rather than saying 'move them to the left please'). And you know what a barren wasteland I am wrt human touch. I'll spare you by not linking to posts where I have mentioned this before.

But that's still not the reason the session was good. It was good because she is another person who thinks I'm not depressed. Now you all know that the whingeing and ranting and complaining and moaning I do here confirms that I am depressed. But, I keep on returning to that possibility that I am not (see this post for comment), and that it is instead my attitude/self talk which destroys me. The other thing that was good was that she can't find anything physically wrong with my knees. So, in her opinion I would not damage them if I do exercise and they flare up. Hmmm... I'm going to think about it.

So, ha ha ha... ha ha ha... ha ha ha... someone who has spent 2 hours in the company of me in my knickers and doesn't think I am a fruitcake.

[Lodgerlow skips around the flat in delight]