After a particularly rough patch at work, I decided to get a massage. I've had them twice before, nice and relaxing periods of about a half hour. Each time, I've walked out feeling relaxed and a little disoriented.
Today was a new experience. Besides extending the session to ninety minutes, I had a man who must have gone to a very different school of massage than the others who've attended me. Instead of teasing knots out of the muscles, he would put very pointed pressure onto the spot. It felt like fire running through my nerves on several occasions.
One spot in my thighs sent pain shooting into the middle of my stomach. It was surreal, though at least that pain hasn't lingered. More than an hour later, I feel like bruises are going to appear inside my upper arms. The skin is actually sensitive to the touch.
I hope my $120 pays off with fewer tension headaches or something. Otherwise, I'll find somebody to beat me up for free.