May 22
don’t come near me with scissors
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!!


May 22nd, 2007 at 7:18 am
Oh how I can’t wait til all the cracking up of me that you do, you’ll be able to do in person!
May 22nd, 2007 at 7:39 am
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.
May 22nd, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Drool……NICE!! How lady like!
May 22nd, 2007 at 9:24 pm
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.
May 22nd, 2007 at 9:41 pm
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?
May 23rd, 2007 at 3:07 pm
Well then, I am looking forward to the posting after the next day at the spa when Ammogirl rips a big stinky one!
May 23rd, 2007 at 7:54 pm
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.