The Massage From Hell

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?

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