And, not “brick wall.”
That’s what Pearl referred to me as yesterday.
A brick wall.
“Who’s Pearl?” You ask.
Pearl is a lovely, white-haired woman, who could have been an older version of the mom from “Little House on the Prairie,” equipped with the hands of The Hulk.
She was my massage therapist when I went to use up the gift card Beau and the girls had bought me for Mother’s Day. Yes, I know … what took me so long? Sometimes life just doesn’t settle down.
And, when I say “Hulk” hands, I mean it.
I checked that I wanted “firm” pressure on my questionnaire.
Yikes!
There were moments in this one-hour massage that I prayed to the dear Lord that my agony would end quickly. At times, I felt my muscles literally being moved from one side of my bone to the next. Sometimes, I just winced and squeaked. Pearl put a hurtin’ on me. In her defense I did say “firm,” not knowing “firm” meant “bulldoze.”
Pearl said, in her sweet Southern accent, “Rubbing you is like rubbing that brick wall over there. You need some work. You are unbelievably stressed.”
Finally, I have proof from an expert. If only massage therapists were seen as doctors.
Her recommendation for me:
Her next bit of advice:
Go home. Take a warm bath. Drink lots of water. Rest and relax the rest of the day. No kids. No work.
Yeah, right.