The Massage

The Massage.

What’s the point of getting a massage if you don’t totally relax, drift into never never land and forget your worries?  I had to stop my blogging brain this evening and let it all go so I could let my friend / therapist work her magic on my two day migraine.  At the start I was thinking “ I need to blog about this or I will forget” (remember the Swiss Cheese syndrome?) Then I started to reprimand myself, remembering why I was there in the first place. I was avoiding another trip to my neurologist, another increase in my medication, eww!  Not that I don’t like my neurologist, I think she is extremely smart and very likable. However, I really don’t want to increase my medication right now and she has suggested strongly that massage therapy is a highly proven treatment for migraines.

So there I lay, a few words exchanged and I said politely “okay, I’m going to zone out now” My friend understood.  I sunk into the table forgetting the stress of past 3 days; the pain of the migraine dissipated with every skilled move of my therapist hands. 

Half way into the massage, (maybe? I wasn’t keeping track) I felt myself in a dreamlike state, wanting to open my eyes I knew better than to break the momentum. I was waiting for that moment, when ever bit of your body lets go of its angst and worry.  It’s that moment just before you fall asleep: conscious yet not conscious, heavy yet weightless.  You are a blob of solution set free on a child’s bubble wand carried freely by the wind, drifting carelessly somewhere and you just don’t care where you land.

An hour later as I write this, I can close my eyes and go back to that massage table and still be the bubble floating freely.  That folks is a skilled massage therapist.
(nepb)