i’m a slug today ~ didn’t feel well yesterday, and didn’t feel any better today. Nothing dreadfully wrong with me, a little bit sick at my stomach, body aches, just feeling yukky.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, i was married to someone who wasn’t actually dominant, but anyhow, that’s a different story. He was real in touch with physical aspects of the universe. When my knee was bothering me, he could fix it, which i thought was pretty magical. It would stay “fixed” for a long time too.
Anyhow. When i would feel like this, which i do maybe once a year ~ twice in a tough year ~ he had this thing he’d do. He’d say, “Come here, I’m going to give you a massage.” i’d lie down across the bed, and he’d start out gentle but firm, and pretty soon, he’d be pounding on me. I’d start complaining ~ and laughing ~ “No! i didn’t want a mean massage!! Not the mean massage!!”
It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t the sensual massage i’d thought i was getting. It was effective though. It was like it woke my body up and instead of feeling lethargic and half-sick, i’d be energized and ready to start functioning again.
Yeah. So i was just thinking about that, and trying to figure out how to give myself a mean massage…