#massage problems

It’s a crap shoot. Either I’m going to be the hero who takes away pain or a $40-70 waste of time.

This weeks massage emergencies included a sore jaw and a tweaked low back.

The jaw was cancelled by her mil 30 minutes before her appointment time as she was at the emergency room. Before scheduling with me she’d seen her dentist, then her doctor. The doctor and dentist were all idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

I told her I wasn’t sure what I’d be able to do for her and suggested just a 30 min session. I was going to work on her shoulders, neck, jaw and scalp. Just light work, gentle release work, some reiki and a demonstration of how she could strip some of the muscles of her jaw. All this depending on if her jaw problems were coming from stress, muscle strain, grinding or clenching her teeth🤷🏻‍♀️(yes, she wears a bite guard)

Anyway, when the mil called to cancel she finished with a request that I pray for her daughter in law. 🙄

I just spent the better part of 12 hours thinking about jaw pain and where it could be coming from, how bad I felt for her and how much I hoped I could help. I think if there was a bearded white guy in a cloud listening—there’d be no need for further input from me.

The low back I scheduled for Sunday morning at 9:30 which was the earliest the client could manage—which she specifically asked for. She texts me at 9:05 and asks to move her appointment to the next afternoon.

I got up at 5 am so I could have time enough for coffee, my walk, and to clean up to be ready to work at 9 fucking thirty in the ding dang old morning.

Low back has done me like this before. I know she overslept. I scheduled her at noon yesterday and she was an hour late.

“Oh, I squeezed in a chiropractor appointment and might be a bit late.”

“Can you make change for a $100?”

“Never mind, I’ll stop at the bank.”

No more morning massages EVER.

Mornings are for me.

Everything is spotlessly clean

New sheets on the table

I’m fretting in overdrive

Will she be a talker?

Will she seem nervous? If so, I’ll be the talker in an effort to reassure.

Will she be a brick?

I’ve paused my pacing to poke this post onto my cell phone

Is the temperature in my apartment okay for her?

Will she be the kind of person bothered by the rambunctious youngsters upstairs? All is quiet above me but that could change at any moment

What if she hates my massage?

What if I say something stupid?🤦🏻‍♀️

What if I can’t help her?!!

Lord! Were my directions clear enough so she can find me easily?

I included a screenshot of a map.

Was that too much? 😬

Hope she is not allergic to shea butter, my current massage creme. Olive oil and coconut oil standing by as alternatives.

I worry about how my apartment might smell. Coffee and cleaning solutions mostly. I burned a candle briefly earlier. Just for a few minutes. You don’t want to have too much going on scent wise Incase of sensitivities

Should I have mentioned I used to have cats? Ugh. What if there is residual Salem and Tippi in the apartment?

I told her she could call me from the parking lot and I’d walk out to meet her. I would be anxious knocking on the door of someone I’d never met before.

I’ll be the short round gray haired one in scrubs

I’m not nervous about her in that way as she was referred to me by a woman I used to work with.

I believe I’ve unloaded a good portion of my brain here in hopes it will calm me down a bit.

I’m going to go brush my teeths again and pace some more

Y’all, please don’t send me your broken down men folk.

So far, 18 minutes less.

I can’t trust myself to even respond to this.

Find yourself another massage therapist

Bye

Blocked

Ugh

I’m about 85% sure that needing to even consider this tack means my massage must be absolute rubbish.

I’m only 60% sure my massage is not rubbish.

Still recovering from vet expenses and fretting about having enough money to feed my son up good while he is here visiting.

I can’t just mix hummus into some spinach and call it a meal for anyone besides myself