Bruise. Stab. Tickle.

Yesterday I had acupuncture for the first time. Unless of course you count a kinky fuck I know who likes to play with needles, electricity and 'spleen 6'. Maybe it's best to just call this my first 'non-orgasmic acupuncture'. Yes. That's what it is.

The RMT is sweet. She's been hurting me a lot lately. I started to see her due to the world's most annoying headache. Ok, MY world's most annoying headache. I don't typically get headaches, so when one shows up and sticks around for over four weeks, I get a little tired of the ill company. Apparently it's tension. My neck, shoulders & back were like a cement wall and on a scale of 1-10, the pain reaches an 11 when J squeezes the hell out of knots and bubbles and creepy, gross feeling bits inside my back. I get squicked out just thinking about the feeling. *shudder* 

Let's just say, she puts the sadists I know to shame. (even you, Suz the Bruise) 

So while laying on a table with barely a breath to recover from the abuse and needles getting shoved in loads of weird places, J decides to massage my feet. (I had mentioned planter fasciitis). There I was. Sore and terrified to move with random needles all over and feeling unable to kick my ticklish feet. On the plus side, she told me I "make the most adorable noises" ... And I tell her "that's not the first time I've heard that" ... 

In happy news, I've been pain free the entire day. No drugs. No tension. No stress. (well, I refuse to think about the stressful bits of my life right now)

J suggests I hang upside down to reealllllly stretch out my back. 

hmm

I don't suppose I can find someone willing to string up a fat gal?

Upside down lion