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At the Foot of the Bed My Life 15 DEC 2009

hand-massaging-footTechnically I received my very first pedicure on Sunday evening if you want to look at it that way.

Now I’m a barefoot kind of guys, always have been, always will be. That means I spend most of my time without shoes on, meaning that I’m the guy you see walking on the field barefoot or strolling around a mall without any foot gear on. Of course, despite all the freedom this affords me, it does kind of have one little drawback, much to Chantelle’s chagrin: hard, cracked heels due to exposure to hot tar, rough surfaces and the sun.

Now I really don’t mind them at all, hell I don’t even know about them for the most part, but unfortunately it turns out that this bugs the crap out of Chantelle every time she sees my feet, and because it annoys her that my unsupervised heels are forever laddering anything stitched together, she made it her personal mission to take care of my hardened fellas when I least expected it.

Which is why, after having been lulled into a nice sense of security with a much-needed haircut performed by boobies in front of me and Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker in Rush Hour 3 on the TV in the background, I suddenly found myself ushered to the bedroom and plonked down on my stomach on the bed. A comic book was shoved into my hands and the next thing I knew, Chantelle had grabbed hold of one of my feet and began brutally scrubbing it down with some sort of sandpaper torture device.

Of course, my senses completely overwhelmed by the awesomeness of said comic book in my hands, she managed to complete the first foot, from heel to toe and was happily working away at my second foot before I could even think about protesting.

Then, the next thing I knew, my feet were then unceremoniously slathered with some sort of medieval, gritty concoction, generously massaged, and then plonked down in a bucket of water to be rinsed off. More cream and before I could even think of jumping up to escape, out came the toenail clippers and scraper to deal with my unruly feet digits.

My goodness, my poor feet didn’t know what hit them and now I don’t even know if I recognise them any more. But Chantelle had fun, I enjoyed the comic book, so no harm no foul I guess! :)

Lower. Lower. A little to the left. There! My Life 21 JUN 2007

So I discovered yet another wonderful talent that C has in her extensive repertoire. Apart from being an excellent chef and even a belly dancer, C also has a talent for giving massages! And that was exactly what I needed.

Since last Friday I’ve had excruciating pain in my upper back muscles, so much so that bending over to tie my shoelaces is almost impossible. I’m not exactly sure what has brought the onset of this problem, but I do know that it is pretty serious. Though I usually suffer from stiff and overly tense muscles in my legs, this is one of the first times I’ve encountered this problem in my upper back. I know my posture is particularly bad (I have very rounded shoulders nowadays), but I think it is the recent over training of those muscles that has greatly contributed to this problem :(

Luckily C came to my aid, oil and all. Shame, I was afraid her fingers were going to dislocate because of the pressure she had to exert to try and work out the knots in the muscles. A very hard session was required and once she finished up (her hands were finished), I could definitely feel some of the tension worked out of my neck and shoulder muscles. Bliss at last, but still a long way from totally sorted out.

Seems like I’m going to have to get her to do this more often for me, maybe a nightly affair? ;) I wont lie, it was very enjoyable! – Luckily for me shes easily bribed by red wine and Lindt choccies!