May 22

don’t come near me with scissors

Tag: Uncategorizedammogirl @ 5:45 am

So, I went to physical therapy again yesterday, and guess what!  While the PT-ist didn’t have the x-rays of my back in front of her, the write-up of them in my records said I have the beginnings of a herniated disc!  I know!  Isn’t that fabulous?  I put a call-back request in to get the actual read, I should hear something today.  In the meantime, I have a brand new round of exercises to do, including one called “hip clocks” which should be fun.  Oh!  AND, she (the PT-ist) recommended…you know those giant exercise balls?  Well, I have to sit on one at WORK.  I was secretly delighted when I heard this for two…no, three reasons: 1) fun! 2) daily ab/back workout and 3) I got to title this post with a thinly veiled reference to The Office, which I’m sure only FlatGreg will get.  Yes, I’m ridiculous.

Anyhow, I started my day at the PT-ist’s office, and I ended it at a spa, where I was thoroughly enjoying my Mother’s Day present: massage, facial, pedicure.  Awesome.

Okay, I just have to interrupt myself for a second to say something.  You guys, my first husband…we might not have gotten along in…anything, actually, but one year for Mother’s Day he got me a full day package at a local Fairbanks spa, and seriously.  I was in heaven.  Since then, whenever my male coworkers come to me, panicked because they have NO idea what to get their wives for whatever upcoming occasion, I always tell them: day spa.  Strangely, they think I’m crazy at first!  Which is so silly!  I’m not kidding here:  boys?  Day Spa.  Best gift ever.  At the very least, do like…a month ’s worth of weekly massages or something.  Thank my ex-husband for this public service announcement.

Alright, back to my story…I started out on the massage table, where, when I was left alone a bit while the hot stones were working their heat into my spine, I totally fell asleep.  Out.  When I woke up, I had drooled everywhere, a big puddle of drool just…pooling below me.  I could see it, but I couldn’t do anything about it, because hi, stones on my back.  It was really great, really.  I don’t know if the massage girl noticed or not because when I saw her foot heading that way, I closed my eyes.

Oh!  It’s totally time for me to go get ready for work!

Tschuss!!

7 Responses to “don’t come near me with scissors”

  1. Angel says:

    Oh how I can’t wait til all the cracking up of me that you do, you’ll be able to do in person!

  2. FlatGreg says:

    Hahaha! i’m sitting in this hotel lobby since the wifi signal doesn’t reach my room. So far I’ve laughed 3 times:

    1) Reading about the exercise ball / scissors
    2) Reading about your drool
    3) Watching this: http://youtube.com/watch?v=MyeDF1CAK-c

    Everyone should watch #3 so they know what our beloved ammogirl has in store for her.

  3. Scott R says:

    Drool……NICE!! How lady like!

  4. kario says:

    Well, nobody ever accused her of being ladylike, did they? That’s no fun at all. And, anyway, I have a friend who is a massage therapist and she’s seen all sorts of things - people falling asleep and snoring or farting, or drooling. People talking in their sleep, or starting to cry - they are trained to just keep doing what they’re doing unless you tell them to stop.

  5. ammogirl says:

    Angel - Oh no, so much pressure!

    Greg - You are fabulous! thank you for posting that!!

    Scott - yes, well, this is ME we are talking about

    Kari - that’s good to know. I keep thinking…what if she would’ve slipped?

  6. Scott R says:

    Well then, I am looking forward to the posting after the next day at the spa when Ammogirl rips a big stinky one!

  7. ammogirl says:

    scott - oh no. no no no. you have obviously not read my archives as thoroughly as you should have…there will be no “big stinky one” from ammogirl.

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