Swedish massage, and something else...

st night I picked up the phone and called Burke Williams Day Spa. It is not a place I frequent, but it is only two miles straight up the main drag here, my neck was aching, and they do give a lady the feeling of pampering she is looking for. "Yes, reservations for this evening please?" "I apologize ma'am (when did I become a ma'am? my mood is the opposite of gracious) but we do not take reservations for the same evening any longer." Deflated, and growing impatient, but not hopeless, I worked with her until we found an opening for this evening, settling, but grateful that tmwr was only a day way.

Then, at 7pm tonight, I had my massage; one of those swedish deep tissue massages this time that, where at times, hurt like a...well, i wanted to kick her in the head at one point. They don't call em pressure points for nothing--and isn't the whole point of a massage, to relieve pressure, not create more? Anyway, being the always diligent and obedient student, I lay there wincing, clenching and then--and I couldn't tell you exactly when, but I noticed I was breathing; deep lungfulls of air, refreshing--I wanted more, and more. My muscles were relaxing, and I could feel the endorphins fill my every blood vessels, soaring through my veins. My thudding pulse was replaced with a wonderful ebb and flow, and I found I had unclenched my toes too, and I felt good.

Good--Not an adjective I use at all anymore, especially when describing how I feel. But, tonight it fit. I was actually falling asleep. In fact, I caught myself dozing--for 3 seconds, and then it was over. "Wait a couple of minutes and then get dressed and I'll meet you outside." WHAT? Just when you are ready, and needing that vital moment of passing out-for a good long nap in your newfound peaceful oasis, someone nudges you-- "Time to go." So, up I went, draped myslef in their soft terry robe, and out I went. Probably a good thing though now that I think about it--I might never have left--and truth be told, I had just let a long drool slip over my relaxed lips and right through the headrest-- realized it too late to retract it! Yeh, time to go.