Thursday 14 June 2012: We Both Know, I'm Not What You Need.....
This wee birdie is waiting on someone.
He was there last night. Just staring out to sea. I walked down to be level with him tonight, and he just wandered farther along from me. And then wandered in, a wee bitty sad.
Am a bit concerned for him. I think he is heartbroken, I remember standing at the side of the water's edge like that.
But on another tack, Poor Plumber's Wife is struggling right now. I'm feeling sympathy there too, because I know the symptoms too well.
I wanted to warn her yesterday that Chinese Massage was not the best option for relieving a spasmed muscle.
I had one specifically to try to relief a spasm in my back. He told me kindly he would give me a quick 10 minutes which would release the pain, and then I should come back again for more. It took me ten minutes to manouver myself onto the table.
Face down on the table, head stuck through the hole on the bed I was imobile. He came through and started. He was sticking his elbows right into my back either side of my spine. The pain was unbelievable, but in a strange way, two pains apparently equal less pain.
He clamboured on to the bed, knees to either side of me, and continued with the elbows hard into my spine. I just lay there and was stunned by the pain I was paying for. He jumped off, (i think he did one of those Bruce Lee type jumps), and I thought I was finished, when I suddenly felt him grabthe top of my trousers and pants, wheek them down, and slapped something on my butt cheeks!!
He gave me one last tweak - the pain of which almost made me weep, and said, "Finished, I leave you to descend".
My "descent" took about 10 minutes. I had to lever myself out of the hole, and then push myself over until i fell from the bed. I was still stunned by the whole bum thing. I went out, paid a ridiculous amount of money for the pain I had endured, and as I turned to open the door, the pain shot so hard thru me again, I thought I was going to pass out.
I had to stand, leaning against a door in the street for about 15 minutes, trying to contain the pain suffiently for me to walk the 5 minutes back to the office.
As I sat in the office I stood and wondered whether I had imagined the whole bum thing, but as I hobbled to the loo and spotted the oily marks on the back of my M&S white, and a very strange cinamin smell, I knew I hadn't imagined it!