Elasti-Girl...I Mean Woman

On our last trip to Disney World we had to choose an identity.  I was Elasti-Girl from the Disney movie of which the name I cannot recall where the super heroes are retired and living as a regular family and then called back into service and the wife is Elasti-Girl and was Holly Hunter's voice and they had three kids and John Goodman may have been the voice of the husband or may not have been......still don't know the name. 

Anyone who knows me well, knows that the name Elasti-Girl suits.  I can bend my fingers back way past the point of what seems "normal".  Many "ohhs" and "yucks" have been elicited when I straightened out my arms.  There really is no point in which they would be considered straight. 

I have always been this way; over-bending my way through life. 

Turns out there is a name for it.  "Hyper flexible"  That's right people.  No worries from me.  I take things in stride all the time because I am HYPER FLEXIBLE baby.  Or at least my physical therapist thinks so.  Or at least my joints are.  Maybe joints can help me become more hyper flexible in other ways.  Wait, I am digressing.

Remember my hip problem?  Remember my self-diagnosis?  Remember I was wrong?  No you wouldn't remember that because I haven't posted anything about it because it is hard to type on your blog when you are curled up in the corner rocking back and forth and praying for spring and sunshine.  Now I am coming clean.  I was wrong.  It turns out my hip (SI) joint was pivoted out of place due in part to my hyper flexibility. 

At my ten therapy sessions, John pushed and popped my hip back into place and has provided me with a lovely SI joint girdle and a list of exercises to do to strengthen my core.  There was a very strange moment when he was diagnosing me that he held my joint together and then asked me to recreate the pain and I couldn't.  I thought he was a rock star at that moment.

After 4-6 weeks, hopefully I will feel some relief.  It does feel different.  It is better because I don't have the pull and strain down my leg of my hamstring, but worse because it hurts inside the joint.  I try to be diligent with the exercises.  If you see me on the street, tell me to do my planks, bridges and such. 

I am happy to be making progress.  It turns out my two year pulled muscle was actually my skeleton coming apart.  No big woop.  You know me, I just take things in stride.