The Massage From HellThinking about my last massage. I don’t know. I can’t get it off my mind. I found my therapist very knowledgeble, but a bit extreme.
My therapist somehow decided that massaging my armpits was a neccessity. I don’t normally speak during a massage, but some where between my annoying laughter and need for her to stop, I spoke up. I said in my most polite voice, “Can you not do that?”
“What?” She asked.
“Can you not massaged my armpits?” It tickles. Really I wanted to say it is disgusting. I mean who does that?
I waited for her response. I expected an apology.
She responded that she can’t stop and I will just have to deal with it.
So I dealt with it.
But the next phase of the massage was even worst. She proceeded to massage my juggular vein in my neck.
I said, “What are you doing?”
She said that it was necessary.
I don’t get it. First my armpits. Now my jugular vein? What next can I expect? Chemotherapy? I mean who does that?
