Yesterday was supposed to be relaxing. I had planned to get a massage, a haircut, some groceries, and just chill out. Instead, I had one of the most physically painful days I can remember.
A number of people have told us, (Brady and I), about the reflexology places here. The only thing I knew about them was that it involves getting your feet rubbed. When we arrived at the place, it was clean and the atmosphere was relaxing. We had our feet washed, and then we were led to a huge room with about 150 leather recliners in it, most filled with people getting massages/foot rubs.
I had heard from others that when they start rubbing your feet, it tickles at first, but then it hurts a little after a while. Okay, I can handle that.
There was no tickle. It went straight to pain. The only thing I can think of that was more painful than this was when I woke up one time and I thought my neck was broken and went to the ER. As I was laying there, the man’s fingers jabbing into the arches of my feet and my body twitching in pain, I recognized the instrumental music playing over the speakers. It was an instrumental version of the worship song “Above All”. Part of the chorus in that song says, “Crucified, laid behind a stone…” As I contemplated that verse in those moments of intense pain, I could appreciate much more the torture that Jesus went through as he was being crucified. I can only imagine how much more pain he felt. That may sound insensitive comparing it to a foot massage, but like I said earlier, this is one of the most painful events of my life.
At a certain point, I even thought that if I had been a captured spy and was being interrogated, I would have have already given the captors all the information they wanted.
After an hour and a half of that, I left feeling emotionally and physically scarred. Then I was off to my haircut.
I was feeling confident about my haircut, because I went to this guy last time and he did a great job. Once he began cutting my hair, 4 other people had come in and were waiting for him. I could tell he was feeling rushed, but I was confused when he wouldn’t stop using the thinning shears. For those that don’t know what thinning shears are, they are like scissors with big divots in one of the blades so that they only cut half of the hair, making it thinner and adding layers. Since my hair is so thick, it makes sense to thin it down a little, but he wouldn’t stop going at it. And since he was in a hurry, he was being reckless and so half the time he was pulling my hair out just as much as he was cutting it. After about 3 minutes with the shears, he finally moved onto the scissors. He left my hair longer than I wanted, but because of the communication barrier and the long line behind me, I let it go.
When I got home and washed my hair, I was shocked to see myself in the mirror. My hair was so thin it looked like I was losing my hair. The shorter hairs were so short that they were sticking straight up, and the longer hairs were still long enough to lay down flat, which produced a weird spikey look. My bangs were long and stringy looking. I immediately took scissors to the longer hairs, and with the help of Ruth this morning, its looking a lot better.
So as you have read, my day did not go as planned. The highlight of my day, though, was meeting the new addition to the family!
Me meeting the new dog!