Back to back

The tissue in my boob, which was taken from my back, still thinks it’s back muscle.

When I do certain dorsal stretches, it flexes and contracts. Like it’s still trying to work.

Far out!

So muscle has memory.

Today I’ve had a one-to-one Iyengar Yoga session, courtesy of a friend who teaches it. She showed me some nice healing postures. And for the first time in ages I felt as though my body was my own, not some contortion of its former self.

Which is good because I had begun to worry that when they said the surgeon was ‘an artist’ they meant Picasso.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Anonymous
    May 24, 2010 @ 14:09:05

    Neat party trick!
    Andrewx

    Reply

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