I am positive I am not the only massage therapist with the following issue; a client will come in and become a regular (yea, for us!), and then, will proceed to talk more. Talking makes the time go faster. Please talk to me during a 90 minute massage. Especially, after I have finished a 60 minute one.
When I am actively working on alleviating your pain, lulling you into relaxation, someone will say to me,"Oh, it's so hard to find a good therapist. My old one, Leon, he was the best I ever had. God, he was good. I wish he hadn't moved." So what the fuck am I? chopped ham?
At that point, I want to not continue and go get coffee. I could be enjoying a day in the sun or the rain, have some quality time for myself. That's like saying, during sex with a new partner, "My ex-girlfriend used to give me the best head. God, I loved her mouth." Yea, what do you think would happen to you then? My point exactly.
This my journey with my own health issues (I've spent about half my life in bed) & how I intend to help heal the world. I'm also a writer and a music junkie. Now if only I could combine all my passions. Isn't life all about those little moments? That's what makes everything so fantastic!!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sunny Outside, Grey on the Inside
Today would have been my grandma's birthday. I was at work, in the middle of my second massage of the day. Maybe it was the vibe of the woman I was working on....I can't say for sure...I started to cry. Had to snap myself out of it. I can't cry on a client.
All I wanted to do was crawl into bed, drink cider and eat chips.
All I wanted to do was crawl into bed, drink cider and eat chips.
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