oh pool noodle, my pool noodle
Okay, people, this is just fucking bizarre. I post one offhand entry about a pool noodle, and suddenly my blog’s getting more action than it has in weeks! (Huh huh huh — I said, “action.” Huh huh!)
So here it is — click the lil’picture and you can get a big picture of the pool noodle in all its green glory. You also get to see my fabulous Ikea couch and my UglyDoll, Oxy. :)
And why, exactly, do I have this object in my abode? It’s part of my physical therapy — I have cysts (benign) and fluid around my knees, and my leg muscles are also unbalanced. I’ve got one set of muscles that’s vastly stronger (and tighter) than the other set, and it’s making my kneecaps go awry. Part of my therapy is to lie on the pool noodle and (swear to God) rub my upper outer thighs back and forth on it, basically massaging my upper quad with my body weight to try and loosen it up.
While this sounds vaguely sexual, it’s not — it’s fucking painful, in fact. I’ve got a love-hate relationship with that pool noodle — and that’s no piece of strudel.
Categorized as free association
Oooh, let’s see how many messed up google hits you get now. In one entry, you have the following things: “pool noodle,” “action,” “fluid,” “sexual,” “thighs,” “massaging,” “fucking” …
:)
I think what’s more distubing is that all the ‘action’ was between me and Tom Sharonshubby. Which probably means Sharon is going to beat the cr@p out of me if she ever sees me in person.
I am sorry for you about the cysts and the muscles. Been there myself, at different times, and it isn’t fun.
Pool Noodles. Enabling the childish and the perverted since 1986.
Pool Noodles: They’re not just for foreplay anymore.
Pool Noodles: Only slightly easier to eat than a Pot Noodle.
Pool Noodles: For the Perky Goth in you.
Pool Noodles: Where the Action Is.
(Austin Powers walks in with a huge camera.)
Oh, yeah, baby. Work that pool noodle! Yes! Yes! NO!
Excellent Blog and Excellent Post ! Keep it Up.
Sarah William
http://www.wonderfultemplates.com