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Ah.

It is amazing what a difference 24 puke-free hours can make. I almost feel human again and ready to take on, well, not the world but the laundry, at least.

What also helps is that I've finally found the One. No, not like a "soul mate," the One, who I found years ago -- but the massage therapist the One, who I had my first appointment with this morning. I just never feel comfortable in a new town until I've found the One.

In Knoxville, it was Annie O'Dowd Gray. In Austin, it was the aptly named Joy Sablatura. Here is is Faith Rice Klein, who practices with Karen Michael Maerz (who is also good) out of Peralla Wellness Center on the Hartwick Campus. No, you don't have to be employed by Hartwick to use 'em. I asked.

I'd made the appointment weeks ago and almost canceled last night because I wasn't sure I'd have the energy to go. And to be cliche -- I'm glad I went. O! How much better I feel.

I have one quibble, however -- and this is a quibble I've had with virtually every massage therapist everywhere. Why must insipid new age music be played? I've heard everything from pseudo-Native American songs to tinkling bells to wind with tinkling bells and bad synth. Why not play music that has been churned out by some Yanni-wannabee in a strip mall in Van Nuys?

Again, it's a quibble. FWIW -- when I was in massage school (long story) and doing my student massages, I tended toward background music like the Anonymous 4 or various other sorts of Medieval/Gregorian Chant. Really, anything that stemmed from a long-standing musical tradition seemed to work, as long as the lyrics weren't in English and the tempo wasn't too bouncy.

Also good would simply be a recording of a thunderstorm. Not one of those fancy-schmancy sound machine thunderstorms or a "thunderstorm" that is interspersed with bells or digereedoos, but an old-school, mic-out-the-window thunderstorm. I'd be so down with that.

I'm sure this is just a personal thing. But I've always found it curious that most massage therapists play the same sorts of CDs. I don't recall there being a section in the handbook about it. Perhaps it all just says something about who tends to be successful at massage (I sucked at it) or what most clients expect or what people tend to notice when naked.

I'd think about it more if I weren't so blessedly relaxed. Must go float near the laundry...

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I thought I wanted to be a massage therapist and attended a few intro sessions at a school here in Cambridge just before I became pregnant with my son. (I am glad I did not enroll in the program because I'm so touched-out and cranky now that I cannot imagine doing massage.)

Anyway, could you just bring your own cd or ask her to turn off the music?

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