Melting Faces


PopsiclesYesterday was installment two of deep tissue massage. I was hesitant to admit to a pinch in the muscle of my neck because I knew that this would result in the recommendation of deep tissue massage. That said, I knew another one was coming as part of my therapy so I went with it. “Hop up on the table” my masseuse said, and I absolutely love this woman to death but it took every fiber of my body to force myself up on that table. Face through the face-hole, I knew the drill already. I waited. Another elderly lady was finishing up her physical therapy so I lay on the table in wait and very almost started to let myself relax and then I heard “Okay Amy I’m coming now” and I felt my sphincter tighten. I am not quite sure why the thought of a second deep tissue massage initiated the same reaction and sitting on top of a flagpole sans pillow, but it did and I prepared for the worst. I should interject here that before I left Buzz reassured me that “perhaps it won’t be as bad the second time? Maybe it gets better?” When I returned home I resisted the urge to kick him between the legs twice and ask if it hurt any less the second time, instead I grabbed my ice pack and cooled off a little.

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