Foot Logic
“4’ 10” and 75 lbs of elbows, knees and incomprehensibly strong hands named “Jun” just gave me the best massage I’ve ever had, and I’ve had over a hundred. The other places can all shut down now; this was absolutely superb. My only complaint is that I got one hour instead of two: I’ll be back in a few days getting at least two hours but more likely three.
Background: I’ve broken my right patella twice, have an injury at T-4 from a 20’ fall out of a tree and a wrecked left shoulder: a doctor called in his sleep-deprived residents from their homes so they could see it, feel it, ooh and ahh at it and they were grateful. My work is now driving a big rig and tailgating a full trailer of cabinets every few days. I unload 16 tons, but I do it by hand and I do it every year.
Lots of other stuff, but these are the big ones and earlier that week I’d twisted my back by the extreme and noble exertion of putting on my left sock, so I had difficulty even walking in: I was debating between a massage, chiropractor or coroner with leanings toward the latter. Many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived and begun embalming me on the spot. But I walked in with the grace of a Dalek on river rock, experienced the joy that is taking your pants off when you can’t bend your spine and in walked this bit of sassy Asian fluff who asked me if I preferred hard or soft. I said hard and not one word more.
So yes: if you have a legitimate problem with intense, debilitating muscular pain then this is your place.
(Brief aside: she gave a scalp massage which is therapeutically worthless but felt so incredible that I proposed on the spot. She only thinks I was joking.)”
