For the last month or so I have been cursed with a “bad back”. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Pain-a-rama. It started on February 16th, “Family Day”, a precious mid-winter holiday here in the province of Ontario, and has, ever so slowly, and almost without mercy, improved.
February 16th was a beautiful, clear, sunny day and I was out in the backyard staring into space – enjoying the invigorating crispness of it all. I’ve discovered my back pain story is pretty much the same as the legion of others who suffer – and have suffered – it all starts with: “I bent over to pick up a ____ and …”
Anyway, I have always found listening to others talk about their aches, pains and maladies as interesting as a pipe band set contest, so I will refrain from more detail.
Part of my healing regimen was (and is) massage therapy. I have been seeing a registered massage therapist (Edward L, the former Soviet Army Delta Force soldier, with trained hands that would snap the neck of any unsuspecting enemy – or piper). The massage therapy has helped a lot [I sense your interest waining!].
Anyway, the other day, while being treated, Ed Delta Forski, says, “Mike, what is this? Why do you have this big muscle on the left side of your back? Very unusual.”
I knew right away: “A lifetime of playing bagpipes”, I say.
At least, that is my belief. I am right-handed.
So, again, another possible tie that binds pipers: left-sided trapezius muscles of Schwarzenegger-ian proportions.
I hope that pumps you up.
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