So remember when I managed to hurt myself at work, just sitting there making phone calls and scanning and stuff?
Well, things have gotten progressively better as time has worn on, thanks to the addition of a headset for my phone and moving stuff on my desk around for better access, but there's still some ick.
It should be noted that in Florida, my shoulder never hurt once. Not even on Space Mountain.
I'm just saying.
So the workers comp docs, after doing what they can, sent me to Be Well Body Works for a few sessions of deep tissue massage.
Have you ever had this done?
It hurts, but in that "I know this is going to be good for something" kind of way.
So first of all, the house wherein the magic lies is this adorable blue confection in downtown Longmont. It's got a beachy sort of sunporch where clients wait and listen to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore (courtesy of a sound machine). Needless to say I let my mind wander awhile with that - I think I need one of those things.
When my turn arrived, Kelly (owner & operator & goddess) took me to a room filled with quiet and little bits of spiritual happiness from all walks of faith - feng shui gold coins, a buddha, a lovely wooden cross - and a candle that was scented so lightly as to be completely ignorable. She knows her stuff.
She had me lay down... and then got to work. "You're gonna hate me for this," she said.
I didn't. But I maybe cried a little.
Just a tear or two.
Next time will be better.
It's hard to wear a bra today, though. Ow.
Last but not least... I want to note that Kelly also has a website featuring "Massage and Merlot". I think this has to be explored.