How To Crack Your Shoulder Blade By Yourself の小説・ストーリー

He flinched slightly but didn't speak. "The rotator cuff and scapular stabilizers are locked," she continued. "If they stay that way, your whole shoulder girdle will overcompensate. Your next punch, the strain will hit your trap or your bicep. You won't be able to lift your arm—except out of anger. And anger won't get you through five hundred rounds." Lennox slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing like ice. "Don't lecture me." "I'm not lecturing," Sloane replied calmly. "I'm informing. This isn't a power struggle. It's biomechanics."

When we were eating I heard Jason chocking on the food so I quickly Placed my arms under the Jason around his upper abdomen. I put my hand flat and placed it between the navel and ribs. Grasp this hand with your other hand and pull sharply inwards and upwards and Repeated it up to two times and by the third time he was relieved. Jason was scared and Elijah was comforting Jason. I took the tissues and wiped his tears off and gave his a kiss on his forehead and said "Jason did good. You are a brave and strong boy. It's okay. Don't worry. "

"Fast and hard. She needs you to do this." I did as I'd seen, using my own weight to depress her breastbone. I understood the science, the necessity to compress the heart muscle enough to express the blood and give her body the oxygen it needed. But as my body pushed, noises like cracking cartilage and breaking bone filled my ears. With each snap and crack, the bile I'd tried to hold back rushed upward.