Yesterday for the first time, I got a massage done. And not some ordinary massage either, mates, I got a Thai, full body massage.

A couple of months back at one of my Meetup.com, meetups, I met this chick… American, dark black hair, intense, intense eyes and face. We got to talking, and she told me she does Thai massage - which I had a vague idea about, but nothing solid - and I told her what I did, and a loose deal began.

I’m building her a new, useful web site, in exchange for some massage and stretching sessions.

So yesterday was round one. It was actually remarkably relaxed, although I knew nakedness was involved, and between me and you, I don’t take off my clothes easily around strangers… even doctors make me nervous.

For such a tiny girl, she was remarkably strong!! Sure of herself and her movements which was reassuring. For those of you who don’t know, the Thai full body massage is done with the feet as a opposed to the hands.

So there, I am… naked, and Miss F, is rubbing down and squeezing out knots of tension from my body with the flat, balls and heels of her feet, aided by some strong smelling peanut oil.

It’s weird… but I felt like a feather afterwards. And knots in my shoulders that have been there for years, and years, and years are now gone. Both my shoulders are same size now. Or rather, close to the same size.

I really needed it though, because the pain in my right arm - which has never been ‘right’ since I broke it in October, 2003 - and shoulder, was getting very much unmanageable and to the can’t sleep at night stage.

I left yesterday and went home smelling of peanut oil, all on the tube and bopping to Missy Elliot’s new album.

I’m going back next week.