I am currently indulging in therapy,
Of the neurological physio kind,
It tightens your stomach, engages your core,
And starts to give you a pert backside.
They free your neck, your ribs, your knees,
They stretch the muscles in your thighs,
They say their aim’s to aid that ‘squeeze’,
To help you balance, to mobilise’.
“Grow tall on the left to pull the right leg through”,
So you follow their mantra and it feels good,
Then repeat and repeat so the message gets through,
So body and mind have both understood.
They find a buzz word that just suits you,
And this becomes a constant, repeated refrain,
Photos are taken for you to review,
To see each improvement, each muscular gain.
Targets are set, to reach and surpass,
And meeting them feels like a battle’s been won,
But if you actually better their forecast,
You feel like a hero, a true Amazon.
There is just one point that I MUST underscore,
A physio wants to achieve the best outcome for you,
So when she announces, “Just the one more!”,
It’s NEVER just one, it’s going to be three, four or two!
The Physiotherapist
18 Monday Feb 2013
Posted in poetry
I like that. Grow tall on your left and pull the right leg through. I guess it could apply to a standing position too. I’ve lost so much movement in my left leg over the last two years. I should try harder.
Thanks Francene… there are tricks to this walking malarkey…
Love the pert backside line!
Very clever as always X
Thanks so much Bek Mugridge!
I bet your physio would love this! Have you shared it with them?
I will show her it tomorrow!
Outstanding look at life’s moments, as always. I can almost feel the pain and then the pleasure that follows. I just hate the part where they snap your neck. To many James Bond movies I suspect.
Thanks William! And I love the James Bond image!
Ive never been to a Physiotherapist but I love getting massages! They are too expensive to have on a regular basis though!
It is not so much massage (delicious) as serious stretching (good painful!)
Caro,
I always wonder about your writing process, as you write so many delightful poems about common everyday things. Did you compose this while waiting for your appointment to be over? I love the ending twist.
I write about whatever happens to pop into my head or subjects people have challenged me to write about. Anita-Clare Field (onomatopoeia), Anita’s mama, (Afghanistan), William Chaney (vanilla)
This is wonderful sweetie, Your physio’s are just the best and I know Bev is just going to love this piece. Keep going, you are a marvel 🙂
Thank you my darling, I will tell her tonight via email! Xxx
Love your poems as always!
Thank you so much!
I depend on deep tissue massage because of back and knee problems. A good massage therapist is priceless. I’ve had physical therapy, too and that’s a different experience – not better or worse, just different. Another great poem. I need a perkier rear.
Yes, it is quite different! I have never come across a team of such talented physiotherapists! Brilliant!