R.I.C.E. Protocol
The “R.I.C.E.” protocol goes into effect whenever I have an acute sprain.
That is, when a part of my body suddenly gets sore with a sharp pain and then steadily worsens.
A sprain is what happens when you rip a tendon or stretch it beyond a point of no return. Then soma strongly signals discomfort with movements- and aches at rest. I associate this outcome with an action I have done – in this case it was trivial – hopping out of my car with a slight spin. A motion all generated from my left side.
R.I.C.E. stands for Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation.
Rest, or r’est or re-est, is when I am put out of doing anything relating to ‘busy-ness’. Gone are movements for the sake of looking like I’m getting anything done. Instead, I get to re-establish myself and adjust my mind set. So I sit quietly, instead of doing anything unnecessary.
Well, being verbally quiet isn’t necessary – it’s the body part being quiet in this case.
If I did it in front of a coach or teacher – they’d have an opportunity to tell me what to do – and for me to embrace humility- as others might help me to reduce my efforts. Especially if I choose to be prone as my injury aches while sitting.
Injuries, in-juries, are when the body passes judgement.
ICE – is apply chill to the area. I hate ice personally – it takes a lot for me to use it. This is one of those times. Reduce tissue engorgement from both tissue disruption, which a sprain is – more than micro-tear, as well as from my attention on it.
Where attention goes, energy flows, and that includes fluids to parenchyma!
When an area is cooled and vessels contract, there’s less exposure to hormonal outpouring. When water is stilled by being chilled or frozen, it reduces feelings from the rip. With ice, my emotions aren’t amplified. It’s easier to think logically and see relationships more clearly.
Compression – Com-pression, to press the sprained area back into form. For most injuries I might wear an A.C.E. wrap- a gently stretchy bandage.
Com-pression helps bring the muscle fiber’s soft body back to sleekness from its broken and swollen condition. Compression empties out the lymphatics- especially when the tear introduces blood into connective tissue becoming a bruise. Blood corpuscles where they “don’t belong” supposedly causes the discomfort.
Meanwhile as all the surrounding uninjured fibers are irritated by their broken neighbor, they try to stabilize the area- meaning the muscle itself goes into spasm. Then with attempts at simple extension, the tendon goes snap as it refuses to elongate.
IN this case, an ace wrap is problematic -this is my butt after all!
I’ll go for hugs instead: 19 seconds QID to start with. (OK, I’ll try it – I’m mostly channeling this essay- but it isn’t the first time I’ve written about R.I.C.E. and sprains.)
Elevation – As I engage with r’est and chilling, I’ll get to elevate my perspective. This isn’t the end of the world – even if for the next few days I can’t go to ballet. My wave-form is trying to take a look at something- though I don’t know exactly what now.
In my case, since my left hip is acutely affected, giving me a total pain in the ass, as it were- from my lineage’s power system on which I’ve over-relied to decide my direction and movements.
With this sprain, I’ve also lost right leg propulsion. Stepping out with our right leg, is the first thing we do after DNA activation – when our willingness to ‘be the light’ and embrace our inner divinity is witnessed by the healer performing the rite.
Is f’ear getting the best of me? Is body nonverbally and subconsciously expressing resistance and listening for dangers?
With our HIPS soma’s corpus makes strides. Guess I won’t be expanding my horizons for now, I’ll work on “elevating” instead.
I was hoping to go somewhere at last- after 3 years; I almost scheduled my cats for vaccinations since they need them to be boarded. But no place is calling to me specifically, yet.
What is my bl’essing? How is this ‘nourishing’ my ‘waveform and labyrinth of self’ are questions I‘ll ponder.
Maybe I should get out of my car with both legs together – as if I were wearing a pencil skirt – and step out of my vehicle keeping both feet together?
(Bl’essing carries energy of grain (ble) –nourishment from a plant which grows in sun’s full solar fire. GRAIN creates starchy seeds with oils; feeds both brain and muscle body. Bl’ is the root for blé, French for wheat; Esse means ‘to be’ in Latin and essen is “to eat” and Das Essen is the meal, without gender; of spirit, not form- in German. Brings a sense of satisfaction and ~abundance from whatever plagued.)
Yes, this is a version of I’ll-ness. There is a time for that – which I must make more of now.
Now I get to focus on myself while I move like a turtle. Usually, I end up sharing my I’ll-ness experience with an other – who then share their knowledge back with me (as I would or have for them). Maybe I’ll call my brother (again). And I’ll eat more rice – rather than richer grains. It is not a time for extra DNA – which is true of blé:
Meanwhile I canned ballet. But as soon as I can go upstairs easily, instead of one step at a time, I hope to be back (Inshallah!).
