Bend Me. Break Me.
Posted on August 04, 2004
I have this odd, tight, numb feeling in my legs and hip, like the lower half of my torso has been dipped in a giant vat of cooling caramel sprinkled with safety pins with the safety off. It's really that odd. My best guess would be that it's from sitting at length with my legs in the shape of a pretzel last night at the izakaiya, or quite possibly the happoshu.
I long for my chiropractor or massage therapist in Canada (both covered by BC medical btw) to bend and break me in previously inconceivable positions expelling every bit of gas from my joints, or an hour long oil massage kneading all cares from my back and shoulders. I do understand the dangers that come with "spinal manipulations" and that some compare chiropractic treatments to voodoo or witchcraft but it would feel soooo good right about now. Up to this point the happiest days of my life include our wedding, the birth of my daughter, and the day I had both a massage therapist and chiropractors appointment only hours apart.
At this point I'd gladly let an friendly overweight Thai woman administer a traditional Thai "beat the crap out of me" massage for 400 baht. She'd try to up it to 600 baht, then I'd threaten to take my business across the street and that's when we'd settle on 500 baht but no free herbal tea afterwards.
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