MASSAGE WOES

Just got back from being pummelled. By my masseuse (I had to stop and use MS Word to check that spelling...fail...).

I have no idea why massages are supposed to be relaxing. Sure, parts of it were not so bad, but I spent most of my session gritting my teeth, especially when she was working on my shoulders. Getting the knots out of the muscles was pure torture, and having to maintain a conversation with a chatty masseuse in the midst of it, is a feat of superhuman endurance. I sure never knew I had such a high tolerance for pain until I started my massages. I wonder if I am the only one who has muscle aches the day after the massage. I thought the massage was the cure, not the cause....

And they like to use this hot wrap which contains tumeric ginger on me. The first time it was done, I thought I was being set on fire. I remember thinking this must be what the those guys in the burning US World Trade Centre must have felt like during 911, for them to choose a sure death by leaping out of the building. This was the one and only time my stoicism failed me. I screamed for the masseuse to come and relive me (she didn't, and all I had to show for it was an additional sore throat on top of burning skin). This time round, I forgot to warn them NOT to use it on me. Thankfully, the masseuse didn't leave it on too long and got to me before I started yelling. I'm not sure what the ginger is supposed to achieve, my I wouldn't go through that again for all the smooth skin in the world....

I just hope it wouldn't be so bad for Muay Thai tomorrow....