I had my second cranial sacral therapy session today. It was more intensive than the first one. My mother is paying for me to have six sessions in the hope that it will fix me. Apparently I'm broken. Well, my immune system is not the best, never has been and I've had all sorts of soft tissue damage in my life.

I didn't realize it until the therapist asked today, but my arm, the one that I tore all the tendons in between the wrist and elbow in a horrific accident about 12 years ago hasn't hurt since the first session. And I have been doing A LOT of typing in the last two weeks, which always makes my wrist and elbow and hand hurt and it isn't. So I guess there is something to this voodoo that he do so well. Ouch, that was a bit of language slaughter, wasn't it?

Oh, well, whatever happens happens. And the price is right so bring it on, I guess. Though I wouldn't mind going for a massage sometime soon. Ah, just dreaming. Not going to pony up $50 any time soon for that. But DH is home so maybe I'll have him do it, he's pretty good at making the muscles feel better.