Ok so, I know I was complaining about my job in yesterday's post, but there are some perks that come with being employed by Cook County and my personal fave is my PPO!!!!
My health insurance coverage is amazing and there is absolutely no reason for me to ever be sick or injured. Why I am not popping out little ninos like a wild, fertile beast with this kind of coverage is beyond me....but I digress....
I *do* make weekly visits with my chiropractor and the amazing massage therapist that works under her my #1 priority. This isn't "spa massage" - it seriously helps me when I have random running pains and other stress-related pain (from dealing with the likes of the previous post). Tonight was no exception. And I don't know why I was acting like a fool, but here's what transpired:
Awesome Lady Massage Therapist (while she's kneading my butt-cheeks like bread dough): "Wow! You have quite a few trigger points around here...so many to get at...."(knead, knead, elbow in butt cheek)
Sarah (in her head): "That's what she said."
Sarah (out loud after thinking that line): Reduced to a fit of giggles for literally 5 minutes. Some drool came out of my mouth from my laughter. I was like a child who just heard her first fart joke.*
A.L.M.T. (after a very long silence and removal of her magic hands from my cheeks and trigger points): "I think that's enough for today."
I love "The Office"...it's the one show that Kieran and I just crack up over everytime it's on and I love Steve Carrel's character, Michael Scott. Unfortunately, I am now aware that due to my juvenile behavior after think-saying one of Michael Scott's one-liners during my massage (and one that made no sense when applied to the scenario above because I am not a lesbian and, well, when I told Kieran about what happened, he said it just didn't fit the same way when Michael Scott does it on the show), I have the sinking feeling that my gluteous maximus trigger points will not be touched for a very long time.
* Flatulence jokes still make me cry from laughter and I am 32 years old.
My health insurance coverage is amazing and there is absolutely no reason for me to ever be sick or injured. Why I am not popping out little ninos like a wild, fertile beast with this kind of coverage is beyond me....but I digress....
I *do* make weekly visits with my chiropractor and the amazing massage therapist that works under her my #1 priority. This isn't "spa massage" - it seriously helps me when I have random running pains and other stress-related pain (from dealing with the likes of the previous post). Tonight was no exception. And I don't know why I was acting like a fool, but here's what transpired:
Awesome Lady Massage Therapist (while she's kneading my butt-cheeks like bread dough): "Wow! You have quite a few trigger points around here...so many to get at...."(knead, knead, elbow in butt cheek)
Sarah (in her head): "That's what she said."
Sarah (out loud after thinking that line): Reduced to a fit of giggles for literally 5 minutes. Some drool came out of my mouth from my laughter. I was like a child who just heard her first fart joke.*
A.L.M.T. (after a very long silence and removal of her magic hands from my cheeks and trigger points): "I think that's enough for today."
I love "The Office"...it's the one show that Kieran and I just crack up over everytime it's on and I love Steve Carrel's character, Michael Scott. Unfortunately, I am now aware that due to my juvenile behavior after think-saying one of Michael Scott's one-liners during my massage (and one that made no sense when applied to the scenario above because I am not a lesbian and, well, when I told Kieran about what happened, he said it just didn't fit the same way when Michael Scott does it on the show), I have the sinking feeling that my gluteous maximus trigger points will not be touched for a very long time.
* Flatulence jokes still make me cry from laughter and I am 32 years old.
2 comments:
Oh, you are such a Fransene!
see, that made me laugh out loud, too.
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