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Carol Perkins: Deep relaxation

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By Carol Perkins

I pulled myself onto the massage table before the therapist entered the room. The warmth of the under sheet relaxed my weary body-weary from sitting too long at my computer while working on another book and from trying to tend to every detail so as to avoid flaws (Impossible).

The soreness in my neck was worse than I thought it was and my back ached. Even my elbows hurt. "It won't be long until I'll feel better," I thought as she began.

Jill (England) at Dr. Kelly McMurtrey's office in Edmonton turned on the soothing music and began massaging my temples and circling my face and nose, loosening my sinuses and giving me more breath. Deeper and deeper, I was sinking into meditation mode until I heard something that sounded like wheezing. "Oh, no," I thought, "my sinuses have opened up and now I'm wheezing! My asthma is going to act up at the worst time!"



I knew Jill must be hearing the rumbling inside my chest. By breathing more deeply maybe the wheezing would stop. It didn't. Then I took short breaths, but that didn't help either. Was Jill paying attention to my changes in breathing? The relaxation of the massage was being interrupted by my new focus, which was on the flute whistling in my chest.

As I surrendered to the sound and tried to get my mind back to a relaxed state, the wheezing stopped. I was thankful but puzzled by the abruptness at which it happened. Ironically, it stopped with the music. When the music started again, so did the wheezing. As I listened more closely to the relaxation music, it was of the ocean and seagulls. My wheezing was not wheezing at all! I was hearing seagulls.

The rest of the massage took me to that place I hope I never get in when in public; a drooling, gurgling sound that is next door to a snore. I hate when I go to sleep and miss my massage. Then all too soon, it is time to roll off the table and go back to the day. If for only an hour now and then I can treat myself to some relaxed shoulders or I can be so limp my arms want to fall off the table, I'll ignore the birds especially since I know I'm not going to need a rescue inhaler.


Follow Susan and Carol-Unscripted on 99.1 the Hoss in Edmonton on Tuesdays from 10amCT to 11amCT and replay on Sundays from 4pmCT to 5pmCT. Listen to Carol's podcast at spreaker.com/user/carolandcompany for entertaining stories and a replay of Susan and Carol-Unscripted.


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