Confessions of a City Slicker

Folks, remember when we were kids, if we had a fever  Grandma will take out this porcelein spoon and vigorously scrape our backs to release all the "heat"?

I had this similar treatment yesterday which they called "Hot Back Treatment".  No, I don’t have a fever.  I signed up for this spa package from this place in my office building.  When they said Hot Back Treatment, I immediately thought about that relaxing therapy I had in Thailand many years ago where they put hot rocks on your back.  Little did I know how dead wrong I was.

The massage was very nice, loosened all the muscles on my back.  Didn’t realize I had so many knots back there.  Then came the shocker.  Instead of rocks, the masseuse took out this clay thingy that generates heat and started running it up and down my back.  The passage wasn’t smooth.  Even I can feel it.  That means there are blockages in the flow of energy.  The fact that the skin on my back reddens immediately tells her that I also have a lot of heat in my system.

Was it painful?  Definitely!  I had gone from being all relaxed to being tensed all over again but when she stopped there was a nice, soothing tingling on my back and I can actually feel the blood flow.  Wow!

The verdict?  I have plumbing problems.  Take care of that and I should have a healthier body.

When I checked out my back in the mirror, it looked like someone had been riding a bicycle over it.  Yech!  No backless tops for me for a few days.

I’m not one to balk about taking my clothes off in front of people, as long as it’s the right company ;)  Girlfriends who go on holidays with me will find me walking around our hotel room in my unmentionables.  And I don’t mind sharing a dressing room with friends in shopping malls.  It beats waiting in line for an available dressing room, especially if there’s a sale.

So it was with some amusement for me to watch my friend squeal and run off when I started to take my top off in our hotel room.  That despite the all female company.  Earlier she had confessed to us how traumatized she was when she had to take her clothes off at her doctor’s office.

I wonder how she would have reacted had she been in my shoes many years back when I had my surgery, having to expose my boobs first to a doctor, then a surgeon, and finally, the surgeon and his team.  Granted, I wasn’t so cavalier about it back then, but I didn’t have a choice.

Anyway, she managed to snap this pic before running off

I’m not one to balk about taking my clothes off in front of people, as long as it’s the right company ;)  Girlfriends who go on holidays with me will find me walking around our hotel room in my unmentionables.  And I don’t mind sharing a dressing room with friends in shopping malls.  It beats waiting in line for an available dressing room, especially if there’s a sale.

So it was with some amusement for me to watch my friend squeal and run off when I started to take my top off in our hotel room.  That despite the all female company.  Earlier she had confessed to us how traumatized she was when she had to take her clothes off at her doctor’s office.

I wonder how she would have reacted had she been in my shoes many years back when I had my surgery, having to expose my boobs first to a doctor, then a surgeon, and finally, the surgeon and his team.  Granted, I wasn’t so cavalier about it back then, but I didn’t have a choice.

Anyway, she managed to snap this pic before running off