I have back problems and my doctor has thought of them risovere with the help of a doctor of physical therapy can rebalance my muscular system.
So yesterday I had my first session of the RPG
I thought gymnastics was something quiet, like "Raise your arms" or at least "bend your knees" and I was not ready to deal with a Chinese torture.
First you have to undress and remain in their underwear.
Now, I'm not a player in his underwear show, but mostly I avoid mirrors when they are held in Adamic. But there was a huge mirror and the sight of my figure reflected in me has had a devastating impact therapeutic: I hit a sore back the past and I had a kind of manic-depressive, with a propensity to suicide I tried to implement immediately, trying to hold my breath for 30 seconds. No way!
The doctor made me lie on a couch and he then hung his legs to a rope that he pulled up to let me take the figure of the "quarter of beef" typical of the butchers of the past.
In this convenient location, back and head on the bed and the legs forming a right angle to the rest of my body, my calves and thighs were soon lost patience and wanted to go on another body.
So yesterday I had my first session of the RPG
I thought gymnastics was something quiet, like "Raise your arms" or at least "bend your knees" and I was not ready to deal with a Chinese torture.
First you have to undress and remain in their underwear.
Now, I'm not a player in his underwear show, but mostly I avoid mirrors when they are held in Adamic. But there was a huge mirror and the sight of my figure reflected in me has had a devastating impact therapeutic: I hit a sore back the past and I had a kind of manic-depressive, with a propensity to suicide I tried to implement immediately, trying to hold my breath for 30 seconds. No way!
The doctor made me lie on a couch and he then hung his legs to a rope that he pulled up to let me take the figure of the "quarter of beef" typical of the butchers of the past.
In this convenient location, back and head on the bed and the legs forming a right angle to the rest of my body, my calves and thighs were soon lost patience and wanted to go on another body.
When the pain was more than I began to have visions:
"wild men, completely naked, wearing only a tie original Armani, trying to catch a pig with my face and my underwear, singing Little Big love, Claudio Baglioni. At the end one is able to stop the pork with my face and my pants, and a gleaming machete purchased at IKEA has launched the coup de grace on Walnut capocollo. Among inhuman screams and splashes of blood, the hideous beast suddenly turned into the most beautiful creature in the solar system. A sort of Naomi Campbell's 18, but with even less brains, and, above all, without my underwear. "
Then I came back to me and, with a serene sense of optimism I got off the couch and I proudly mirror was still me, still me, with my face on a body of Ariccia Porchetta, but I was. And I still had the pants and back pain, but now also a numbness of the lower limbs and a confused state, in According to the doctor, a passenger.
I wonder if I will be re-educated in the overall posture!?
What is certain is that I'm used to the sight of myself and now I tend to accept my body with its own strengths but also its shortcomings .
After having set a new appointment, I thanked the doctor and left.
Before returning home I went from walking to see if my friend had got some new DVD. He was there with a smile on his handsome face printed white African. Smartly dressed and with a beautiful red-purple tie, greeted me most affectionately than usual showing with pride the new stock arrived. No DVD, but only African objects, among which gleamed with a machete card with the inscription "Veddinge - IKEA - Made in Sweden". Trash I pointed out that his machete Africa was made in Sweden and then he calmly takes the machete and, humming "his shirt ...", replace finaaaa the label with an RPG that says and shows me the brand of his tie, red-purple: Giorgio Armani!
Good Bye Brother.
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