by Michael Sigman, Huffington Post, 06/16/2010
For an obsessive swimmer who craves the endorphins, the past two years of failed therapies for a bum shoulder have been a bummer. I’ve been acupunctured, acupressured, cracked, Rolfed, electro-stimulated, nutritionized, lasered, therapized, osteopathed, hypnotized, rheumatologized, cortisoned, massaged, medicated, iced, heated, surgerized and more. Much more.
All these treatments have yielded benefits, except for the “much pain, no gain” neck-wrenchings of a certain Dr. Hertz. Our brief relationship ended when, after waiting an hour, I was asked to reschedule an appointment because Donald Sutherland had arrived. I love Donald — he was a super doctor in M*A*S*H! — but not that much. I would happily have stepped aside for his son Kiefer, a.k.a. 24’s Jack Bauer, though, so he could save civilization as we know it before the next commercial break.
But it always seemed the healer was doing something to me or instructing meto adhere to a specific, do-or-die nutrition, exercise or stretching regimen.Some gave interesting advice that didn’t quite address the problem at hand,like the enigmatic Zen acupuncturist who said little during our sessions except “Youmust eat very slowly and chew each bite at least 40 times before swallowing.”
Advice is frequently contradictory. Ice or heat? Breathe in or breathe out?Rest or test? Meditate or medicate? Physical therapy or surgery? Yoga or Pilates?And where, exactly, is my core?
So when a friend told me I ought to check out Stacy Barrows, a Century City,CA-based Feldenkrais practitioner, I figured I had nothing to lose. Continue reading …