Sarah Zarr in her short essay, "
Something for the Pain," about her trip to the physiotherapist's office:
"The claustrophobic space, and us so close in it, made me want to giggle or crack a joke. But I remained dignified and managed to act like people ask to touch my hips every day."
and
"When I turn over, there's a lot of purposeful pressing of my pelvic region--where apparently my hip flexors reside--as well as hoisting and propping of my legs onto Tyler's, and, oddly, sometimes being cradled, almost like a baby, for long minutes while we discuss the World Series and the changing weather. This is called a 'positional release.'
"It's an intimate transaction, between two people with no history and no future.
"My friend Mike's father is a physical therapist, and Mike says that his dad's work is to 'prepare people to engage with their lives, in ways they love, as fully as they can.' Mike, a writer, feels the work of the artist is in many ways the same. He may be right, even if the patient is only the artist herself."
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