Wonder what they are thinking about.
Massage therapists that is.
I mean, they're in a tiny room, dim lights, soothing music, and a half naked person laying on a table.
I have to wonder what the hell they think about for the full hour.
I know what I was thinking about, and that was, did I shave my legs good enough, did I shave my pits, how's my scar looking, stop fucking touching that spot dammit.
I was thinking, what does he think of the scar, does it gross people out?
Did he look at how far it goes down, all the way into my ass crack.
Did he see, on my left ass cheek, the scar from where they took bone for the graft?
Do they think people's bodies are gross?
I wonder how many old people he has to do this to.
How many of his patients are old people?
How many are young?
Am I the youngest patient he currently treats?
Does any part of this job turn him on, because if it does, I swear, I'm gonna be even more tense than I already am.
Yeah, I spent the entire hour thinking about that stuff, and making myself nervous.
I really do hate being touched, and I know I've mentioned that several times now, but it's the truth, I just can't stand being touched by people who I do not have some sort of personal relationship with.
Doctors are one thing, they are clinical, but massages?
That's bordering on the not okay zone for me.
And even though I hoped and wished I was done, I'm not.
I have it again Thursday the 28th, Monday the 3rd, and Thursday the 6th.
*squint*
I called the boys when I was done and waiting for my ride home, and asked if we needed anything else from the store aside from more Nyquil.
They said yeah, ice cream, pudding, pops, their throats are sore now too.
So on my way back, I stopped and picked up those items and some more light foods that they can eat.
I came back and gave them a half dose each of Nyquil, and they are both sleeping again now.
Sebastian is really bad, he threw up while I was gone, he wanted his mommy home right then and there, and not big brother Mark.
I feel like I need a nap, but I have a bunch of emails to respond to, and then fold last night's laundry, and then I can chill till dinner time.
Comments
Speaking as a former massage therapist I can assure you that after the first few months of massage school you stop thinking of the bodies we are working on in any way other than a connected body of tissue and muscles you zone in on and try to manipulate towards relief.
Sometimes tattoos are a momentary distraction, non/shaved areas not so much. I think my only pet peeve happened to be smelly feet, but I had a peppermint astringent nearby to remedy it in any case :) As long as you don't pull back the sheet and give a "hello sailor!" I'm sure theres nothing you could do/not do that would really phase a professional. Next time, take a shot beforehand to relax your mind ;-)
Posted by: Christy | February 21, 2008 4:56 PM