Squeeze play…
By nutcase101. Filed in Love, Pain |
Being pressed, pulled, pushed and manipulated sucks when it’s at work but when it’s during a massage, heaven. Today, it was glorious! My therapist and I had been unable to get our schedules together and the one other massage appointment that I made recently, I accidentally made for the wrong clinic. That’s a story unto itself and involves hauling ass across town in 10 minutes flat.
So, Alfred found all of the muscles in my body that had been giving me shit since December and decided to lay the smackdown. When we were done, I felt like a million bucks because my body had been told what’s what and that I should have some muscular peace for a while.
That peace lasted until I was at Michael’s buying some necessary items for an upcoming baby shower (I’m definitely writing about that later), when the muscles in my spine and thighs realized that Alfred wasn’t around. They could be utter and total bitches to me again. Now, I know this is simply the muscle reaction to the massage and it lined up with another dose of medicine being due as well.
I am home and all muscles in thighs are on strike and I had to hobble to the computer to type this. If you need me, I’ll be on the couch with a heating pad, aspercreme (if I’m going to hobble, I should smell like I hobble) and B rubbing my feet.
