Originally posted 01/25/12...
I sort of staggered out of the spa. My legs were jello, and my mind like mush. But, wow... what a massage!
It was a gift to myself. Premeditated. Deliberate. Cleansing. I've only had three in my entire life, and I assure you, that is not enough. I will go back. I will return. But, not today.
No, today I am recovering from that massage. Nobody had told me to drink lots of water afterwards. The therapist handed me a cup of cold water after the treatment, but I thought it was just a gracious gesture. I poured it out in the bathroom. (Which, by the way, I had wondered halfway through the massage, if I could make it through the hour WITHOUT going to the bathroom.)
Then I drove, (yes, I operated heavy machinery), to Starbuck's and ordered "something dreamy-creamy", as I told the kid. "I just had a massage and I need 'something' ". He suggested green tea, strong green tea, but I opted for coffee, decaf, and decided on the pumpkin spice, no whipped cream. He looked at me rather funny. Or, was it the other way around? Don't know, and I really don't remember walking back to the car. But, I must have because I ended up at a friend's house, and she and I chatted about... about... hmmm, well... I really don't remember that either.
I did tell her that my experience was "wonderful", and she should try it. She looked at me rather funny. Or, was it the other way around? Don't know, but, we both chuckled, well, sort of. I did my best to calm her qualms about half-stripping, crawling under the covers, and allowing someone "experienced" to rub their oily hands all over her body. I reassured her that the dim lights, and the soft, mood music just made it that much easier to relax.
Not so sure that I had convinced her, but convinced I had given it my all, I swigged my last drop of coffee and asked to use her bathroom. It had only been thirty minutes ago that I staggered into the spa's bathroom, but never mind. When a bathroom is handy, take advantage of it. Right? That's what Mama always said.
Now feeling good about myself, and so glad that I had finally done something for "me", I reached for the soap and glanced in the mirror. Oh, my GOSH! Double... double.. GOOD GOSH! What in the world had happened to me?
I stared at mascara and eye shadow streaks all down my face, rubbed off makeup exposing my naked face, smushed-crushed bangs sticking to my forehead, and my "Come-here" coral lipstick smeared all over my chin. I looked like... well... I looked like.. well... I looked like crap!
No wonder that kid at Starbucks looked at me so funny! No wonder my friend looked at me questioningly! No wonder I couldn't talk her into a massage!!! No wonder, indeed!!!
The mirror didn't lie. It never does. "Well, what do you do now, Cindy Lou, you fool?"
Nothing... nothing at all, but laugh and crawl out of the bathroom and beg for mercy and a make-over! Thank goodness this was a long-time, dear, understanding friend who loves me and accepts me for who I am, regardless of what I look like. We laughed and laughed, and laughed until we cried. And then, I went home, and I laughed some more.
Now, that I look back at that afternoon of surprises, I can see that I've learned quite a lot about life and massages. I whole-heartily recommend message therapy by a trained professional. It's a healing experience for body and soul. Just be prepared, better than I was:
Wear minimal make-up. I had forgotten that you lay face-down which is hard on a made-up face.
Be aware that you may cry. I did: big tears that I couldn't stop.
Afterwards, drink lots of water. Yes, it makes you go "potty", but that's a good thing.
Then, go straight home. Do not go into any Starbuck's. Do not pass "Go". Do not go visit a friend. Go straight home!
And, finally... this is very important... for heaven's sake, before you leave the spa, before you say "good-bye", before you face the world... look in the mirror!!!
Now... go book yourself a massage, and call me afterwards. I want to hear ALL about it!
Sincerely me, always me, and re-discovering me...
Cindy Lou
p.s.
Laugh, laugh, laugh... and, allow others to join in! It's so much more fun with a buddy!
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