1. I still hate the smell of eucalyptus. A LOT. Fortunately, the smell was only pervasive when I was laying on my back.
2. I kind of wish I could read a magazine when I am getting a massage, like I can while getting a pedicure. Pedicure time is the only time I let myself read stuff like People and US Weekly. Part of the no-thinking process. Or at least I could read a book. Like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which is taking me forever to reread.
3. It is very difficult to get your feet rubbed when you have a big old cut across the top of your foot. But my masseuse did a great job avoiding it. (I just asked her to not rub my legs, which are still covered in bruises.)
4. And I LOOOOVE to have my hands and feet rubbed. It's the best part. I totally need a house-elf that can do it for me all the time. (Sorry. Again, with the whole rereading Harry Potter.)
5. All of that research on natural childbirth paid off when I was doing labor breathing to cut the pain from having knots massaged out of my shoulder. Maybe I should not have told the masseuse to press as hard as she wanted.
6. And P.S.--when you are under crazy amounts of stress, you get really bad knots in your shoulders.
7. I am completely unable to shut my brain off and just enjoy anything.
8. I compose blog posts in my head pretty much all the time.
9. I have absolutely no modesty anymore after living with a semi-nudist in college and breastfeeding for nine months. I used to try to hide under the sheet when I turned over or whatever. Now, who cares? It's just boobs. And she was a woman.
10. Having an hour to pamper myself, let my mind roam free, and not have to chase around Libbie: priceless.
This post linked to Top Ten Tuesday and What I Learned This Week.
