My massage therapist is a god. He works on some of the Steelers, so I guess my sad little piriformis muscle was no sweat. But, my goodness! After one hour ALL my pain was gone and I was giddy with reflief and drunk on endorphins. Happy end(ing).
(I'd rather not go into detail about how pissy and irritable I was the next day coming off the Vicodin.....)
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