Frankie Says Relax

Yesterday I purposely slept late, only waking to keep an appointment I'd made previously for a massage. Darlene the masseuse beat me up. She really did. But it was in that aahh-my-muscles-really-needed-that kind of way. She told me I had an "analytical energy" and proceeded to have a one-sided dialogue about how interesting it was that our professions or careers had such an impact on our bodies. I usually zone out during a massage, but enough filtered through that I'm pretty sure she was saying that my body was mad at me for being a doctor. Really, really mad.

After over an hour of paying to be pummelled, I decided to further my relaxation by going to see a movie. I chose the new Die Hard movie. For any John Mclane/Bruce Willis fans out there please allow me to take a short detour and say: You won't be disappointed. Bruce as John did his thing and did it entertainingly well. His chosen career definitely impacted his body - ouch buddy! As far as relaxation goes however, not sure how much I got accomplished - by the end of the movie those aahh muscles were feeling pretty tense again:)

So, what's a girl to do? Well, this girl went shopping. And, again, maybe not the best choice if relaxation was the goal. Several hours, one cute dress, and a screaming migraine later I left that particular haven-of-calm we call a mall. Pretty sure I'm never going back . . . well, maybe not never.

Next stop: pedicure. This, I thought, was fool proof. What could possibly go wrong in this beautiful little corner of the world where for 45 minutes someones sole purpose in life, their only goal, is to pamper your feet? I forgot that they ask you questions. So, so many questions.

Do you want a manicure too? No thank you. Are you sure? Yep. What color for your toes? Uhhhh. Hmmmm. Ma am, color? Let's see . . . not sure. Hmmm. You want French instead? Ok. You want a delux today? Sounds good. The water ok? Perfect. Manicure? Uh, no. No shave today, huh? Well, no actually. Want wax? No. Sure? Yes. How about we clean up your eye brows? No thanks. Paraffin? Hmmm. Paraffin wax for your feet? Oh, ok. Too hot? Uhhhh. Feel good? Uhhhh . . . well, actually yeah. It does. Thank you. Good, you want manicure now too?

And so, after a marathon day of relaxation I arrived home with pretty toes, a new dress, sore muscles, and a nagging headache. In a complete state of exhaustion.