Monday, September 11, 2006

223/365 Denise

When my body finally convinced me that massage was necessity, not luxury, I got regular appointments with her. I was brokenhearted when she left. My first time with a new therapist felt like I was cheating on her. Still, it was different and wonderful.

3 Comments:

Blogger Susan said...

I believe the theory that says if everyone got a massage every day, there would be no wars. These days I get mine for cheap at a massage school. Overall quality has been surprisingly good. The worst massages I've had in my life have been among the most expensive.

September 22, 2006 9:11 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

I spot a theme in your postings lately... are you feeling tense?

I keep hoping to get a job at a place where there is a massage therapist on staff; I'm sure it would do wonders for productivity and morale. That's probably an expensive option for small businesses though, so maybe they could just hand out chocolate bars to employees periodically.

September 22, 2006 11:24 AM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Susan: I think you're right on all counts. I avoid the spa massage—the track record has been double the price, half the quality.

Helen: I wrote the masseuse series (more to come) before I went on vacation. Absolutely tense then. And I'm an editor—thus the everpresent knots in my neck! If you find the job with the staff massage therapist, please let me know.

September 22, 2006 11:45 AM  

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