a moment to relax (?)

I'm convinced that the person who came up with the notion that a massage is relaxing is the same person who said a colonoscopy is refreshing.

A massage is ANYthing but relaxing if its being effective.

Last night I able to snag a last minute appointment with one of my favorite massage people. Also snagged at the last minute - some ibuprofen and relaxation pills. I knew I'd need them and O. M. G. did I.

Because work has been so crazy lately, I've developed these pretty awesome knots not only in my back but also in the front of my shoulders. I even play with the little knots while I write sometimes. I don't know why - it's not like they're adorable or anything. They're just there. And much like potato chips or midgets, if they're there, I will likely notice.

So meat tenderizer, aka, massage therapist, goes to town on the shoulder knots. Thanks to my lil relaxation pills, I'm able to breathe through it and be calm. Well, my lower body apparently didn't get the memo that we were being tough and proceeded to break out into pouring sweat. Awesome.

I need to up the dose of ibuprofen the next time I go in for a nice "relaxing" massage. Or perhaps just go straight to the laughing gas.