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i've started going for massage again (precipitated by ghastly headaches and pinched neck nerve). perhaps i had expectations that could never be met (if only due to the current condition of my baby wracked body). i daydreamed of a 1hour nap sans sound of harleys roaring by on the street, cats meowling for food or dog clipping clapping across the hardwood or husband on the real estate bat phone or (dare is say it) whining, laughing, crying, babbling bb boy...

i daydreamed of a nap - face down on the massage table - drooling onto the floor deliriously. but it is not really as i dreamt - it is excruciating to the point of not being able to breathe & toes curling into little balls. it's a good pain (in that i know it will make me better) but i admit that 20 minutes into my 60 minute session the urge to bolt from the room & go directly to the closest spa for a nice fluffy make me feel good massage (topped off by a nice drooly nap) was almost overwhelming. 

there is no image i can think of to share with this other than something pretty & calming: