As a licensed massage therapist, I spend a lot of time GIVING massages and not as much time GETTING massages. I do get them on a regular basis, but it's never enough. Anyone who has had a massage can probably agree with that. I think one massage a day should be a minimum requirement.
My usual massage therapist is on maternity leave, so I have tried out two new therapists. Both guys. This goes against my natural selection of practitioners. I always choose women doctors and I have always preferred women massage therapists. However, I work directly with these two guys, who are both young enough to be my sons, and I decided to give them a try. They are both very good and I feel totally comfortable with them. And explaining my medical history of two brain surgeries and the results of that is always amusing. There are certain types of massage I can't have around my head and neck and I ALWAYS need to make that clear for fear of damaging anything.
As I lay on the massage table today, I become the "typical" client. I have the same concerns as every other client that confesses their concerns to me. I didn't have to worry about lint in my toes, though, I wore flip flops. Oh, and I shaved my legs and armpits. However, I did make sure my bra was hidden under my clothes. Also, I forgot to throw away my gum - do I hop up and throw it out and risk my co-worker now my therapist walking into the room and seeing me with just my panties on (ie: boobs, fat and cellulite flying free and clear)? Or do I lay on the table and just hold it in my cheek? Or do I swallow it? I swear, I was so close to just swallowing it. I decided to hold onto it. As he started massaging my head and jaw, I chewed my gum. He said, "Um, Jo, you're not going to choke on your gum, are you?" So I giggled and asked for a tissue to spit it out. Then part way through, my stomach would not stop growling. LOUD. I know that is common, the parasympathetic nervous system kicks in and that is often the result. Or maybe it's just that I didn't have breakfast. Either way, I felt like every other client laying there thinking "Holy crap, stomach, SHUT UP!"
The rest of the time though, I was thinking, "Oh my goodness sakes, I am in HEAVEN!" I can't wait for my massage again next month. Wait, next month is tomorrow? Maybe I should go back tomorrow!
I am a 40 something chick, married (to Motorcycle Guy, AKA MG) and raising three boys (Big E, Sous Chef and CJ). We live in the burbs, which I am still adjusting to, even after 11+ years, and counting!