There are days when I question how I get myself into situations like I do.
So for years I have had a bad back. Slugging three kids (now adults), a wheelchair and many bags in and out of vehicles will do it.
Since coming to PNG I have not had my usual maintenance and services that I had built up in Nova Scotia. And oh how I miss them and so appreciate our standards of care in Canada.
I found an advertisement showing that a new “ZEN” Spa had opened at one of the hotels and they offered cupping and Chinese massage…. BINGO – I am IN. After all Massage and Cupping had helped me in Nova Scotia.
So off I went last week as I had wrenched my neck and my back was seizing up.
The Chinese lady, who was very unfriendly and did not speak very good english – had me prep for the cupping therapy. Prepping for the procedure was me stripping (except for my panties🙈) and climbing on the table. Did I mention she stayed in the room? Yes that was weird and yet I have learned that us Canadians are a tad – what’s the word???? Embarrassed? Prude? Self conscious – about our bodies. I am at the point in life where I don’t care and say “judge away I have worked hard – emotionally eating – to get this body”.
She pushed, tugged, pressed all the while with attitude and huffing and Tsssking sounds. “You so tight” “Relax” “Relax”. Trust me that I can not do that on command – my husband has been saying it for years. I attempted conversation and that fell flat.
Next I heard the fire starter and thought great she is starting. (Cupping is basically – heating up glass globes of various sizes and sticking them to your skin while they form a suction cup affect – sucking your skin into the cup. The purpose is to detox the muscles and tissues and help heal them). I have had this done many times by a gentle, kind, funny Chinese DOCTOR in Halifax. I have yet to get this gal’s qualifications and in PNG there is a slim chance I am going to get them.
I was unsure what was happening behind me and there were moments I was seriously hoping I was being video taped. The heated cups would make contact with my skin – suck up my skin and then she would pull the cup down my back…. OUCH…. “WTF?” The more I would tense up the more she would tsk me and say “RELAX”. Finally all the cups are in place, my face is pushed down into that hole on the table so far I can smell the carpet. She leaves the room. There must have been 15 cups on me. and I swear to god they have sucked skin from the front of my body to the back…. Thank goodness for meditation because I managed to breath myself into relaxing (a little).
I had this vision of me trying to escape with cups stuck to my skin and the clinging giving me away. Self talk was something like “this seriously hurts, OMG what were you thinking, did you look for any qualifications, didn’t you think to ask, if you die here no one will know where to find you, don’t move, the cups are clinging she will come back….”
When she came back she removed the cups and decided to see if she could remove a layer of skin with them. Once the cups are removed you give a “little” massage to calm the irritating skin. She had me sit up with my back to her while I attempted to cover myself with a towel. At some point her knee was in my spine, her arms were around me, attempting to clasp together in front – “accidentally” cupping me boobies…. Next thing there was a crack and a “you so tense”, she jumped off the table and she was gone.
When the shock of the 30 minutes finally subsided and I turned my head I was shocked…. I could move it. I got down from the table and my back felt great. Everything was looser. Now the look of my back was another story, it looked like I had been pelted with tennis balls, actually baseballs the hard ones. I just told people who noticed them peeking out around my tees that my hubby had hit me…. 😛
As anyone with back issues knows – one treatment does not treat all.
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