learning2fly | (no subject)

I kicked some major ass at work last week. After all the manual skills classes I have taken and hours spent shadowing other therapists it finally clicked with me. I used to be petrified of working on necks, now it's my favorite thing to do. My confidence in my work has gotten so much better lately. It's so exiting to have a better feel for soft tissue releases and see the results. It's a much less invasive (and less painful) way to release restrictions. I love it!
I was downright happy at work last week (which hasn't happened in quite some time). I looked around the busy gym at all the amazing people I work with. I had to smile to myself and remember how grateful I am to have found such a great group. AND I'm not as afraid talking to doctors anymore. I worked with a patient who fractured her jaw from flying of a 4 wheeler. She needed to work on getting her jaw working again, and with about a month of therapy I got her almost to the base number for normal range of motion. But to really help her get the motion back I needed to get her a piece of equipment that would help her at home to stretch. Insurance companies are a bitch so I had to call the doctor to get a prescription for it, write a letter or medical necessity and call the medical management team a zillion times. But I got it!

As for last weekend at Faire, the weather again was all we could have hoped for. It couldn't have hit any higher than 80 degrees both days. Decent crowds. I'm getting slowly better at leading the maypole sets. No huge knots yet. I'm still not loud enough. Sunday morning I had a little breakdown because I was so upset about not being the big loud diva I had planned to make Phoebe Scarlet this year. It wasn't pretty. Poor Norma got the brunt of it. When she gave me a hug and asked how I was I started sobbing. She had some good advice for me while I sat there crying. She said that I am a quiet presence but that's an important part of Bristol too. I can't expect Phoebe to be such a loud obnoxious character because she stems from me and I'm not a loud person. I can't have fun out in the streets with patrons when on the inside I'm all down on myself and thinking no one gives a shit that I'm there. I need to lighten up. Having next weekend off to go camping and stargazing couldn't have come at a better time. Although the artistic director of faire is going to shadow my group next week while I'm not there....I hope everything goes ok. Good luck, guys. Your weak link won't be in your way so you all can shine.

I got my Moonie and Broon fix. Phil sang us a new song to warm up the crowd called 'my sweaty man-panties'. God I love those guys. Anyone who can juggle, balance swords on their face, eat fire, ham it up AND quote Mel Brooks movies all in one show are my heroes.

Also, I miss this guy a lot. Bristol is just not the same without its town groveller. Come home soon, Mister James Brown. Melissa misses you.
I have some pictures started for the season. Mostly borrowed from fan sites. I hope to get some more up later on when I get around to taking some pictures during the faire day.