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April 14, 2006

My masseuse Rocky

Once again you guys are so supportive and have made me feel so much better about my bump. The fact that so many of you have had similar experiences has put me at ease. Exposing myself the way I have on this website has been worth it for all the knowledge I acquired from you. So thanks!

FYI, I’m getting my perirectal abscess and fistula (for all you who want to look it up) operated on May 1st. It might put me out of commission (for exercising) for around two weeks. That’s going to be a challenge. Hopefully I’ll lose this voracious appetite by then.

Last night we went to the mall (surprise surprise) where there is always a group of people trying to lure you in for a message. Their station is right in the middle of the hallway and they stand on both sides aggressively grabbing for passersby in either direction. It’s funny to see the disruption of traffic at these points. People start to scatter around chaotically, like a bunch of pinballs deflecting off bumpers, to avoid them.

I normally do too but noticed a women masseur (a masseuse) and decided to give it a try. I’ve never had a real message where you’re in just a towel, etc. Either way I wouldn’t feel too comfortable with a man touching me right now.

They have you sitting in these weird chairs that also support your chest and face so they can push against your back. I’m sure most of you have seen these. She worked her way, squeezing and pounding, over the length of my body. It was awesome and I couldn’t believe how strong she was. I was practically getting beat up but it was just what I needed.

At one point she was punching my butt. Literally like a boxer would a punching bag. I could only imagine what this looked like to everyone walking by. I just put that out of my mind. As she did this, all my extra weight jiggled around so much with a lasting if not increasing resonance. I thought I would vibrate the bolts right out of the chair and it would collapse flat to the floor. I just laughed at this (and because it tickled at points too). And I didn’t care one bit because it felt so great and really made me relaxed (if only for an evening). Next time, if I see that tough little woman you can bet I’ll do it all over again.

Posted by hopeful @ April 14, 2006 2:26 PM