Center For Balance - 1705 NW 6th Street |
<cue porn music here> I stripped down and crawled onto
the table and covered myself like a wedding night virgin, waiting for her to
come back in. She began stoking the
large muscles that line the spine, and after about 10 minutes or so of working
on my back, she asked again how many visits I was prescribed. I told her six
and she said, “Good, we’re going to need all of them, and then some!” I think my therapist just said I was fucked
up.… I don’t think I relaxed one bit
that entire hour with this little woman rubbing all over me with cocoa butter –
but damn, I smelled like chocolate for hours, so that was cool.
I continued to see her 5 more times before going back to my
doctor for a follow-up. I was
re-prescribed therapy, on a bi-weekly basis. I’ve changed what time I go, too.
Now I go after work, since she has p.m. hours, and that’s a nice way to end the
day! I’m all mellow when I get home and ready to curl up on the couch or into
bed.
Anyway, I know you are all like, what’s this got to do with
anything? Relax, I’m getting there….
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