Therapy The Right Way Part 1

Hello again you lovely people, I’m back with another tale to tell. My fans can now rejoice. HA I hope I haven’t faded from your minds. For those who have written me, thank you. Your comments and questions do make me giggle and have cheered me up. Keep em coming, I enjoy reading what y’all have to say. For those who don’t know what’s happened, I was in a messy car wreck. I got knocked around pretty fierce, nothing that therapy and rest didn’t alleviate. So, I’m back tougher than ever. It will take more that an F-250 truck slamming into me to keep this old gal down and out. If you have read any of my prior posts then you know I will regale you of my adventures,as they come. Lately being few and far between as evidence by my last posting date.Being on the sidelines for so long kept me from having any extra-curricular fun. That is until………….Yep I’m back to with another story and it’s a goody. So I’ll wait until you horn dogs get comfy. Get yourself a drink, popcorn perhaps, a little lube or toy and a towel. You ready yet? No? OK I’ll wait…. come on now time is ticking………….Oh good you’re ready. Let’s get started. As per usual, I’m long winded and breaking this up into easier to consume morsels.

Considering you read my prelude then you know I was in a car wreck. That leads me to my story. It begins on the chiropractor’s massage table. NO, nothing happened there. Damn boys n girls, jumping to conclusions already. Keep you pants on I’m getting there. LOL A clinical scene is not a place I’d consider for a romp although I have met quite a few attractive doctors and nurses that I would consider a go with. It has possibilities HA

So, I’ve been getting regular massages from the chiropractor which if anyone has gotten one there you know they are very mechanical. More times than not I was left feeling achy afterwards. Between that and physical therapy I would go home feeling like a pretzel. So stupid me scheduled a PT session along with a massage from the good ole school of Stretch Armstrong on the same day. I went home hating life after. I laid in bed miserable for a day. Next few days I felt like hell on a cracker. Between bed rest and hot baths my mind cooked up a plot to find luxury in this ordeal.

What I needed was a spa day. A day where my troubles along with aches and pains melt away. We all need em on occasion and on the road to recovery I was damn sure going to have one.  There are those places where one could go that are very commercial. I’m not a one size fits all girl. I didn’t want the hoidy toidy type chic women in scrubs ushering me around like another face in the crowd. The type that hates her job and you can see it in her face. I didn’t want the masseur to use clinical techniques that he learned in a 6 month online academy.  You know the type where intuition doesn’t come into play. So, I set out on a quest to find a tailored made setting that meets my discriminate approval.I spent weeks roaming the ads on the web. I found one in the last place I’d thought to look, Craigslist. Fucking Craigslist.

Anyhoo, I chatted with the gentleman in question and he told me all about what he had to offer. He went into detail with every package he offered and even gave me his state license number that I could verify. It was the real deal. I chose a 4 hour luxury package that started with wine or champagne. It came with bubble bath complete with a helping hand to reach those hard to clean spots. And the best part, a full on massage in a candlelit room. So any of you enterprising folks out there that are looking for a career change, take note. This is the benchmark, just saying. Something like this could be beneficial to humanity and your bank account.

I made my appointment with the gentleman and marked my calendar. All I could do is wait until that day came. In the mean time, I’m working myself up into a tizzy. What will it be like? Will I feel relaxed after? All those nagging questions entered my mind. The cost of services after all were $200 and I like value for my dollar. Unfortunately this is a bill insurance won’t cover, at least with my health care plan. Oh well, I was doing it;damn my budget.

This concludes part 1. If you haven’t become bored yet go check out part 2.