This Precious Life

HOW have you been?! Boy I miss you, my blogging buds. :grin:

I’ve been standing on my feet for long hours to help out in the busy school uniform sale season. One night, as I was traveling home after the sale, the lady boss invited me to join her for either a foot massage or a negative ion detox foot bath.

I have experienced the foot massage before and I can tell you it is teeth-grittingly painful, so I chose what I thought would be the lesser of two evils. Soaking my tired feet in a tub of warm water can’t be that bad.

Ho, was I wrong.

Firstly, they stuck two tapes to my back which sent electric pulses through my body. I twitched and shook for the entire half hour and had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming out loud each time I was mildly electrocuted.

Secondly, the black machine in the water started spewing out the most disgusting turd-colored flakes. It didn’t even look like mud. It looked like rust. For half an hour, I had to allow my feet to soak in the most disgusting liquid. I shut my eyes and tried to look like I was totally relaxed even though I was doing my best to focus on keeping my mouth close so I won’t scream out loud or vomit.

The lady who operates the detox parlor explained how she had difficulty getting a steady stream of clients in the beginning. One wonders why…