I haven't mentioned it but last week on Thursday, I injured my arm at work. I couldn't get in to see the Doctor until Monday. I was there for about 2 hours. At the end of that appointment she set me up for another one for Wednesday (today). I didn't think much about it but when she went to schedule it she mentioned another doctor but was talking more to her scheduling assistant than to me so I didn't think to ask.
So.... I get there today for my appointment. I signed in and sat down in the waiting room. Out of no where this guy in scrubs comes up to me and says, "Are you Jennifer?" I can see he's wearing scrubs so I'm assuming maybe the doctor is busying and he's just going to take me back to the room to get started or something. When I tell him, "Yes, that's me." He comes back with something I didn't understand. "Well as soon as the patient before you finished dressing, I'll get the room ready and then you can go back."
I don't know if it was because I was tired or what, but I totally wasn't getting it. I mean really, the doctor has like 4 different patient rooms. Why would I need to just wait on the one when I could see there was no one else waiting or already back in the rooms. Anyways, I just sat there and sat, "Oh...ok." So the other patient leaves, the scrubs guy goes in, does his thing and then comes back out telling me I can go in the room now. This is where I got my clue me in notice.
I go into the room and there's no lights on and I can see it's a massage table. He asks me if I've ever had one before and if so what I can. I inform him that I have indeed had a massage before and inform him that I wasn't aware I was having one today. He explained to me that the doctor had scheduled one so my muscles would be easier to work with once he's done. I say, alright and then he tells me what to strip down to.
OH CRAP.
Um....I wish someone would have told me I was stripping down my my bare skin today. Thank goodness I had just showered and shaved earlier in the morning.
So I'm laying on the table...nude (per his request), under the sheet waiting for him to start. Did I mention he was gorgeous? Picture Vin Diesel. His twin was my massage therapist. So now we're about half way into the massage and my stomach starts hurting really bad. Oh, no! I need to fart pass gas. I'm laying there clinched my butt muscles together holding it in. The super hot therapist gets to my butt and starts working on the muscles. He goes, "Um is the pressure too much? You seem tense here." I obviously couldn't say, Um dude I'm holding in a giant fart. So I was just like,"oh really hm....strange."
The massage felt great but I kid you not it was probably the longest 45 mins of my life. I don't think I relaxed at all because of my stomach issues...
