I feel all girly now, but it was mostly worth it...
So, before I totally collapse into bed I should probably give a brief update on how my first ever spa visit went.
(For those not in the know, I went to a day spa today to get a massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. All four being completely new experiences for me--particularly the pedicure, since I don't generally like people touching my feet.)
Anyway, out of all these things the massage was what I was looking forward to the most. I enjoy a good backrub and I was under the impression that this would be even better, considering it would be a licensed professional.
WRONG. Holy crap, the woman tried to murder my spine with her elbows! Before the massage they have you fill out a paper, and one of the questions was "Select one of the following to indicate the pressure you'd like for us to use during your massage: Light, Medium, Heavy (therapeudic)" I selected light. I am a delicate creature. Clearly she was not paying attention.
And, unfortunately, it did not occur to me during this 30 minute torture session that I could speak up about how remarkably uncomfortable and non-relaxing this was. I was doubly kicking myself when, after working over my spine, she found a spot on my shoulder blade that twinged particularly bad when she manhandled her way over it. (Interesting thing, before she started the massage I did not have problems with this spot at all) Pushing on it, painfully I should note, she asked if it hurt. My reaction was something along the lines of "*partially strangled noise* YES." The rest went as follows:
Lady: Ah, that's a knot in your muscle.
Me: Really? I thought it was my bone.
Lady: Nope, it's a knot.
After which she proceeds to press a thumb in it as hard as she could and I spent the next minute in even more excruciating pain than I had the previous minutes. Eventually she finally let me out from under her finger of death and manhandled me some more before abruptly going "Time's up. Next time you should schedule a longer session, like fifty or sixty minutes."
HA HA HA HA THAT WAS A JOKE, RIGHT? DANG. Apparently my friend had a much better time with her massage, so if I ever get that done again I'm going to specifically request someone other than Painful McMurder-elbows.
Fortunately the rest of my time there went much nicer. The facial was a little slice of relaxed heaven--I spent a half hour letting someone clean and lotion and massage my face! And then the manicure and pedicure which was a little bizarre, but also fairly relaxing. Overall, it was a generally pleasant experience.
Too bad my back still feels like murder, and I now have a somewhat painfully bruised shoulder-blade that twinges every time I move it. Argh.
(For those not in the know, I went to a day spa today to get a massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. All four being completely new experiences for me--particularly the pedicure, since I don't generally like people touching my feet.)
Anyway, out of all these things the massage was what I was looking forward to the most. I enjoy a good backrub and I was under the impression that this would be even better, considering it would be a licensed professional.
WRONG. Holy crap, the woman tried to murder my spine with her elbows! Before the massage they have you fill out a paper, and one of the questions was "Select one of the following to indicate the pressure you'd like for us to use during your massage: Light, Medium, Heavy (therapeudic)" I selected light. I am a delicate creature. Clearly she was not paying attention.
And, unfortunately, it did not occur to me during this 30 minute torture session that I could speak up about how remarkably uncomfortable and non-relaxing this was. I was doubly kicking myself when, after working over my spine, she found a spot on my shoulder blade that twinged particularly bad when she manhandled her way over it. (Interesting thing, before she started the massage I did not have problems with this spot at all) Pushing on it, painfully I should note, she asked if it hurt. My reaction was something along the lines of "*partially strangled noise* YES." The rest went as follows:
Lady: Ah, that's a knot in your muscle.
Me: Really? I thought it was my bone.
Lady: Nope, it's a knot.
After which she proceeds to press a thumb in it as hard as she could and I spent the next minute in even more excruciating pain than I had the previous minutes. Eventually she finally let me out from under her finger of death and manhandled me some more before abruptly going "Time's up. Next time you should schedule a longer session, like fifty or sixty minutes."
HA HA HA HA THAT WAS A JOKE, RIGHT? DANG. Apparently my friend had a much better time with her massage, so if I ever get that done again I'm going to specifically request someone other than Painful McMurder-elbows.
Fortunately the rest of my time there went much nicer. The facial was a little slice of relaxed heaven--I spent a half hour letting someone clean and lotion and massage my face! And then the manicure and pedicure which was a little bizarre, but also fairly relaxing. Overall, it was a generally pleasant experience.
Too bad my back still feels like murder, and I now have a somewhat painfully bruised shoulder-blade that twinges every time I move it. Argh.