With the exception of the massages I received in the hospital after my girls were born, I’d never had a real full body massage. Mike suggested that I get one, and I’m not one to argue when encouraged to pamper myself. I opted for the Swedish massage, as it seemed to be the less intense of the two types that were offered.
On the afternoon of my appointment, I walked into the bright lobby of the Ship Shape Health Club & Spa and was led by the receptionist to their massage waiting area. Once we walked through the door to the massage area, I was instantly transported. It was as if I had stepped through a wormhole into tranquility. The light was a soft turquoise and dim, the room gently lit by candles and a beachy chandelier. In the waiting room were several high-backed chairs that I could have easily snoozed in. I was encouraged to partake of the fresh fruit and orange-infused water on a counter in the room.
If you ever go and decide to book a massage at the Ship Shape Health Club & Spa, ask for Mary. She was my fabulous masseuse. I told her that I have fibromyalgia, and she knew exactly what I lived with and needed because, as it turns out, her mother also lives with fibro. Over the next 50 minutes, she was able to help me relax and work out a good deal of the pain I’d been dealing with lately. She was able to unlock my hip, doing so without further aggravating the pain in my back that was causing it. (She told me she could tell my hip was bothering me by how I was laying on the table.) And, can I just say, warm, wet towels wrapped on the feet….heaven! By the end I had to keep reminding myself where I was so I wouldn’t think out loud, because of how relaxed I felt. I was also proud of myself for not having farted, drooled, or snored.
During my time there, I never felt rushed. In fact, I was encouraged to take my time and relax. Once my massage was over, Mary gave me more water and led me back to the massage waiting area. She made sure that I felt as though I could stay there and rest as long as I needed. I definitely felt as though I was the only customer who mattered, and that my individual needs were met while at the spa that day. I’m pretty sure that I need to get my rheumatologist to write me a prescription for massages so I can try to get insurance to pay for them. I’m thinking a dosage of 1-2 per day should do the trick.
I left the spa feeling loose and light and almost daydreamy. The people who walked past me and squealed at the pool were just fuzzy background noise. My mind was quiet; I wasn’t having to think about any pain that was plaguing me. I felt ready to take on the convention event at Universal Studios that night and the Disney parks in the coming weekend. I mean, I was fixed! She cured me, especially of that pesky hip!
Naturally that meant I had to go and break it again.
To be continued…