One of my fellow practitioners came into our lounge at work today and collapsed on the couch, looking completely exhausted. She said she didn’t even have the energy to go get lunch. I had a client in five minutes, so though my heart went out to her(I sure know that bone-tired, trainwrecked feeling) I didn’t have much time to offer consolation-or even just a sandwich. So I was glad to see she’d put herself on my schedule.
A recent rear-ending(no actual trains involved) had whiplashed her neck, so I set to work on her unhappy, gluey scalenes(muscles on the front of the neck, to either side of the windpipe). I did some good work on the right, got some loosening and melting happening and then switched over to her left. As I started in, sudden nausea hit me, hard. Chills and that urgent ‘oh shit, if I don’t get down on the floor right away I’m gonna upchuck banana’ feeling. Luckily, she’s a friend and fellow therapist, so I ‘fessed what was up and went to my hands and knees on the floor.
It passed quickly, but the moment I started in on her neck again-GRUH!-Back on the floor.
So… We moved on to her legs. No problem. The nausea episode was over.
Phewph. Our conclusion: She needs to go see her chiropractor(she’s been procrastinating) and I need to work on being a little less empathic.