Ugggh, I think it's official. I work too much (although, somehow, I feel better when I'm driving home at night and see the Chicago skyline twinkling. It reminds me that I've come sooooo far in these last couple years and really shouldn't let up).Anyway, yesterday was another 12+ hour day where I ran from meeting to meeting (to meeting!). My last meeting of the day was with Nurse Jackie, where I updated her on a few things I've been working on, then she gave me a couple new things to work on, and so on goes the gravy train.
In the last five minutes of our meeting, she wanted to go over my evaluation. My evaluation?! I get one of those?! I didn't even know I was due.
It was short and sweet and while she spewed all sorts of positive and uplifting praise, it was very nice to receive some feedback. Anyone who knows me well knows that I sort of (okay, totally) thrive on recognition and achievement. Trust me, I'm working on it.
After another couple hours that I spent drafting a policy and writing a white paper, I stretched out of my wired-in posture and about fell out of my chair. The long hours are completely mangling my back and my super-sized knots aren't going away. One time the pain was so bad that I thought I was coming down with kidney stones. Yes, yes, I know, that should be a sign to cool it. Again, working on it!
In my fit of desperation, I called our in-hospital medical spa to see if I could pull a few quick strings for a massage appointment. One of the masseuses offered to stay late to help me, but I didn't want to pull the political card. So I did a quick search closer to home and found a masseuse in my neighborhood (in a doctor's office). I gave him a quick call and he said he had a cancellation tomorrow evening opening for a medical massage.
A medical massage? What exactly is a medical massage?
Yeah, I thought the same thing! Sign me up! If something is "medically necessary," then I have permission to relax and indulge, right?
I took the appointment. I'll let you know how this "medical massage" varies from the typical "buff and puff" massages in the salons. Ever since I lost my dear masseuse when I left SB (this woman was amazing...I had monthly 2-hour hot rock massages where I could barely grasp the steering wheel to drive home), I've been on the look out for a new masseuse. I tried a couple, but they just couldn't compare. Most of the masseuses out there chat at you and ask questions while you're *trying* to relax. Did they not get the memo!?
I've recently become interested in researching these alternative therapies. I've never been a supported of osteopathic, chiropractic medicine, or holistic treatments, but I'm getting desperate. All I can really do with "modern medicine" is take pain relieving drugs and take 2 weeks off from work to stretch and soak in a tub. Neither approach is working for me (the pain relievers make me foggy at work...a no-go...and the tub isn't feasible *at* work). So I've branched out. Tomorrow I've getting a back crack AND a medical massage.
I really hope this helps. I do not see the hours letting up anytime soon and I hope the treatments help me cope...sans pain relievers!
Being one myself, I know that MOST (not all) of us prefer the term 'massage therapist.' I know that the term masseuse flies in New York, and maybe Illinois, but don't say it in Indiana, Utah or Texas (the three state in which I have resided and practiced massage therapy). Thank you, this has been your public service announcement for the day. :) But I do advocate for the alternative therapies, including Chiropractic, aromatherapy and energy work. They each have value in different ways, and I think medical massage is something that branches the gap between east and west, a way for the skeptic to learn the massive benefits involved in bodywork. Embrace alternative therapies!
ReplyDeleteI agree, Nurse Starbucks. My sister is a massage therapy student and she is quickly becoming PHENOMENAL! She's at Ivy Tech in Fort Wayne. I've never had them called masseuse's either. Being broke, I go to a massage therapy school in Iowa and try to get 90 minutes once a month or so. Yummy indulgence! I also take 2 ibuprofen a couple of hours before my massage to help relax those crazy, tense muscles. Ahhhhhh!
ReplyDeleteDude- quit overdoing it. You're gonna have a coronary before you hit 40.