Oh Lordy, Deep Tissue Massage

I found a massage therapist, and she has hands that know the plan of the muscles and tendons.
She is able to find the tight little creations my body makes called knots and prod them to release. But the prodding can be painful. Wachena has strong fingers and uses her fingertips, her knuckles and even her elbow to dig deeply into by flesh.






I take this lying down, but by no means silently. She tells me, "Take a deep breath," and I know there is something powerful on the way. I breath audibly, but still cannot bear the pain in silence. I moan, I groan, I whimper, and still she goes on. For nearly 45 minutes I am kneaded and pressed on the legs, shoulders, arms, hands and neck, wishing it was over already.

Yet, it goes on, occasionally Wachena gently slathers on oil or gives a subtle squeeze to my neck, but generally I work hard at trying to keep relaxed while she makes deep explorations into my flesh. My tender thumb and wrist, and my painful left hip that ended my running regime have all improved since my visits to Wachena. I thank her for that, but I may not be willing to go on much longer. I may just try to manage with the back massager I got for Christmas.