Massage …… aaaahhhhh

…….. i feel so much better today. Massage bring me back to life for a few hours, its amazing! Ive heard that alternate therapies don’t work for everyone – im not sure if massage counts as an alternate therapy, maybe by alternate they mean things like crystal healing or Hamster baths? Anyway, whatever it is it works for me. Its so painful when Leah first starts, my skin feels tender – as if its burning but once shes warmed everything up its ok. There were so many knots today, she does this pressure thing with her elbow and you can feel the knot pop out. Apparently its a little air bubble. Last week she worked on my legs which were solid all over. The muscles are so tight they hurt if you gently ran a finger down them. The elbow pressure treatment works really well on my legs because the muscles are so tight. Leah finds the bit that is most tender and presses down really firmly with her elbow. Sometimes i can feel the muscles release – its like an electric shock. The day after my legs feel soft and girly again. I would seriously recommend massage to anyone with or without ME/CFS.

Jon home tomorrow and bringing his mum, Sheila who i cant wait to see. It seems like months since she was last here so i hope im going to get her to myself so that i can spoil her – Ive got some stuff to make chocolate brownies for her (ha ha when i say her i really mean ‘us’ of course). She calls me cuddly Sall which she’s adamant is nothing to do with my size but because i like hugs  – im not so sure, she’s got a wicked sense of humour.

The first time i met Sheila (or any of Jons family) it was either her 80th Birthday or Christmas i cant quite remember but she was nothing like i was expecting.  Sheila still has the most beautiful face, you can clearly see that when she was younger she must have had men dropping like flies at her feet. She is one of the most elegant women i have ever met, well spoken, well dressed, slim, immaculate hair and manicured nails. The whole family and a few friends went for a meal  in a large pub that was separated into lots of smaller rooms and nooks and crannies.  Jons niece Nicky and I had left the table and were having a sneaky Amaretto in another room when suddenly we heard a woman saying ‘Well oi’ll be fooked!’ at the top of her voice in full Irish accent. Nicky looked shocked and said ‘That’s Grandma!’ and we rushed back to the table to see the whole family in total hysteria with Sheila standing at the head of the table banging both hands on the table saying ‘Well oi’ll be fooked … well oi’ll be fooked … why are you all laughing … all i said was well oi’ll be fooked … whats wrong?’ It took me seconds to realise that Jon had told her to repeat after him ‘Whale, Oil, Beef, Hooked’ which she had done …. perfectly! Bless her! I secretly think that she knew very well what she was saying. She is now 87 and she still has a massive twinkle in her eye! The whole family are full of fun and i can see where they get it from.