holy crap I'm soft
May. 18th, 2003 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabI got things to say. They're optional. Otherwise you can skip to one of the important memos below.
First of all, these new "wet healing" bandages are awesome. This is a huge LEAP in bandaid technology. They're SMUSHY, they stay on for seven days, and they create their own anti-infected agent in the bandaid itself! They're not just for blisters anymore.
Second of all, there's nothing on TV on Sundays. Georgie's gone to take Lizzie and Jen home, and before that there were six people and two cats and two dogs here and that's a LOT of mammals. Oh! G's back. Wait, maybe not. listening
Well, we'll see. Moving on to the important memos:
I had this massage thing today. We can't all be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ropo with her Six Feet Under woman, but Windy did things to me that have never been done before.
First I got naked and put on paper panties. Who these things were cut for escapes me entirely (poodles?), because they're an elastic string waist with a strap of paper to go between the legs, except the paper strip is about two feet LONG, so you pull 'em on and the elastic's around your neck.
I managed to navigate that, and the paper slippers, and the robe. And then Windy took me to the beauty parlor portion of the spa, put me in a shampooing chair and washed my hair. Imagine my surprise, having shown up for a lavender salt massage.
Then it's to the dark massage room, with the good plinky music and kelp-scented candles. There's a long ceramic shelf with a faucet in, the kind of sink they use in hospitals to hose down the dead bodies. There's a hot water mattress inside it, covered with a towel. I disrobe and go face first in that face-first padded hole like Lex has, and Windy shows up with the bowl of cold lavender-scented salt.
Then it's a good fifteen minutes of grave pain as she scrubs me with the salt, doing the great job I'd paid for of sloughing off my top several layers of skin. Then it's flip me like a rotisserie so I can get my breasts and underside scrubbed. And then!
A huge metal swing arm comes over me, outfitted with four showerheads. That coupled with the hand-held hose and the water comes from everywhere and sandblasts the lavender-scented salt off me and I roll around and Windy hoses me down, shuts off the water and tosses me a towel in exchange for my wet towel and wet paper pants.
After that was the nice lavender-scented moisturizer massage and the warm blanket, and then I put on my nice clean clothes and walked home.
And here I am, several layers of skin later. But I am fucking SILKY, lemme say.
Also,brynna, invoice me?
But I need to hire someone who wants extra cash to do some work for me this week, as much or as little as you have time for, $10/hour for doing some research and making some calls. Phone calls will be reimbursed, too. Comment here or e-mail me at sabine101@juno.com? I know there are folks here who need extra money, help help?
Mmm, that's all. Hey, Georgie IS here.
First of all, these new "wet healing" bandages are awesome. This is a huge LEAP in bandaid technology. They're SMUSHY, they stay on for seven days, and they create their own anti-infected agent in the bandaid itself! They're not just for blisters anymore.
Second of all, there's nothing on TV on Sundays. Georgie's gone to take Lizzie and Jen home, and before that there were six people and two cats and two dogs here and that's a LOT of mammals. Oh! G's back. Wait, maybe not. listening
Well, we'll see. Moving on to the important memos:
I had this massage thing today. We can't all be
ropo with her Six Feet Under woman, but Windy did things to me that have never been done before.First I got naked and put on paper panties. Who these things were cut for escapes me entirely (poodles?), because they're an elastic string waist with a strap of paper to go between the legs, except the paper strip is about two feet LONG, so you pull 'em on and the elastic's around your neck.
I managed to navigate that, and the paper slippers, and the robe. And then Windy took me to the beauty parlor portion of the spa, put me in a shampooing chair and washed my hair. Imagine my surprise, having shown up for a lavender salt massage.
Then it's to the dark massage room, with the good plinky music and kelp-scented candles. There's a long ceramic shelf with a faucet in, the kind of sink they use in hospitals to hose down the dead bodies. There's a hot water mattress inside it, covered with a towel. I disrobe and go face first in that face-first padded hole like Lex has, and Windy shows up with the bowl of cold lavender-scented salt.
Then it's a good fifteen minutes of grave pain as she scrubs me with the salt, doing the great job I'd paid for of sloughing off my top several layers of skin. Then it's flip me like a rotisserie so I can get my breasts and underside scrubbed. And then!
A huge metal swing arm comes over me, outfitted with four showerheads. That coupled with the hand-held hose and the water comes from everywhere and sandblasts the lavender-scented salt off me and I roll around and Windy hoses me down, shuts off the water and tosses me a towel in exchange for my wet towel and wet paper pants.
After that was the nice lavender-scented moisturizer massage and the warm blanket, and then I put on my nice clean clothes and walked home.
And here I am, several layers of skin later. But I am fucking SILKY, lemme say.
Also,
brynna, invoice me?But I need to hire someone who wants extra cash to do some work for me this week, as much or as little as you have time for, $10/hour for doing some research and making some calls. Phone calls will be reimbursed, too. Comment here or e-mail me at sabine101@juno.com? I know there are folks here who need extra money, help help?
Mmm, that's all. Hey, Georgie IS here.
