Got my massage tonight. And I managed not to scream, even though it hurt worse than it ever has. I could literally feel her separating the muscles in my shoulder, like she was strumming a tightly strung guitar. It took her twenty minutes to find the right spot with the worst encapsulation. She said if it were her she'd be crying.
Finally she told me it was okay to say "enough."
You'd think after all these years she'd know me better than that!
Now that I've showered (and iced my shoulder), I'm going to go watch the luminous Greer Garson playing Hollywood's version of Madame Curie. I've only seen it once before, and I remember it being quite entertaining, with Walter Pigeon as Pierre.
Then I'd better catch a few winks, because tomorrow is going to be a LOOONG day, starting off with Executive Committee at 7:30, and ending at 7:00pm after the Court meeting.