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A building next to the Royal Festival Hall on the Southbank of the Thames River.
I open the way for Ms Sciatica to escape for her sleep journey to a health farm.
Image taken by Deban [Ade]Aderemi |
This week I marched Ms Sciatica to a Chinese Clinic for a deep therapeutic treatment. What a scary ordeal we encountered. As she got on the clinical bed, we didn’t know what to expect [her] being semi-naked. We waited for the knock at the door for the practitioner to enter the small room surrounded by wooden tan panelling. She asked Ms Sciatica to positioned herself belly down on the bed. The practitioner asked our names.
Coco: What’s your name?
Ms S: Ms Sciatica.
Coco: Who’s your friend?
Ms S: Dorothy.
Coco: I’m Coco. Coco. Remember me, Coco.
Ms Sciatica & Dorothy: Hi Coco.
The practitioner turned on the CD player with Chinese music [female singer] on a very low volume. While she buttered and warmed the oil into her hands she moved to the rhythm of the music. She stood in front of Ms Sciatica’s head and placed her oiled hands from her shoulders to the lower ribcages. The massaging looked smooth and moved with the rhythm of the music until I saw Ms Sciatica grip her hands into fists. Oh my, I said silently. I could see that the practitioner’s pressure into the body was getting heavy handed.
Ms S: Silently, ohhhhh my goddd, it hurts.
Ms Sciatica frowned, made groaning noises and drugged her face deeper into the breathing hole of the bed. I could see that she was hurting as the practitioner pushed down at every meridian point in the shoulder area. Her tensioned toes curled under as knucklers pushed deeper into the flesh. At one point Ms Sciatica lifted her face out of the breath hole.
Coco: Are you okay?
Ms S: It hurts but I can get over that, as she smiled.
After twenty minutes the Coco moved to the lower back for a short time.
Coco: Which leg is it that has the pain?
Ms S: That one, the left one along the back side.
Ms S: ouchhhhh. Ohhhh, Lawd.
I could hear Ms Sciatica soft moaning and sniffing in the nose. At times her leg would jump as though having spasms. Finally Coco worked on the right foot and ended the session of 45 minutes.
Ms S: Thank the good Lawd it’s done. You are a killer Coco.
Dorothy: Coco, the killer. You did any excellent job on Ms Sciatica.
Coco: Thank you.
Now it was my turn on the table for the Hopi Candle ear cleanser.
Coco: Turn to your right side.
Coco put one of the candles in my left ear. She massaged around the ear while the candle burned down. She it burned down the heat pulled up wax and other junk that was there. She put the candle in a pale of water and showed me what came out of that ear. It was half an inch of stuff on the candle paper. Then the right ear had its cleansing and a little more wax and junk were sucked upward.
Ms Sciatica and I sat for a warm cup of water and had a chat with another Chinese lady to discuss the experience and to observe how we felt after the treatments. After a rest we walked to Bus 98 stop.
Dorothy: How is the walking?
Ms S: It’s good. My back feels straight. No pain in the back of my calves.
Dorothy: Take it easy. Don’t walk too fast. Your back is straight.
We arrived at the bus stop at High Holborn and sat on the iron seats. The bus arrived in no time and we got a couple of front seats.
Dorothy: You looked as though you were having a hell of a time on that table.
Ms S: If you had felt what that woman was doing you would have screamed to high heavens. It was so painful, as though she was digging a pole into my flesh. I thought she would never move from the shoulders. Could you see what she was doing?
Dorothy: She was rolling her knucklers into your flesh.
Ms S: It felt like a broomstick. I was so tearful and my noses were running. I wished I had taken the gum out. I couldn’t keep it around the gums.
Dorothy: You should have let it fall through the breathing hole [on bed].
Ms S: She didn’t stop one time to ask if I was okay.
Dorothy: She did when you lifted your face up [smiling].
Ms S: I am glad that is over but I do feel lighter. My shoulders feel like they are not there and my neck feel so good. It was so painful.
Dorothy: What was happening when you curled your toes under? Your poor leg was pouncing up and down.
Ms S: The pain felt like hard worms trying to get out. The more they wanted to get out the worse the pain but the pain finally escaped.
Dorothy: She seemed to have squeezed your swollen foot like an orange.
Ms S: That was one painful foot. I thought she was going to tickle it but she didn’t. I felt a kick coming on [smiling] if she had.
Ms S: I was surprised that my lower back, waist and buttocks weren’t painful but they did not have any pain and she stayed in those areas very briefly. 45 minutes were a very long time to be tortured [smiling]. In three weeks another session is on the books.
The bus is crossing Oxford Circus at Regents’ Street for its next stop at John Lewis department store.
Ms S: Let’s stop at Primark and view the new collections.
Dorothy: Okay, but you should be home in the bed for your body to settle down.
Ms S: Just a little peek, please.
Dorothy: Okay.
By the time we got half way down the ground floor of the store Ms Sciatica started wobbling from side to side.
Ms S: I think we should go. My feet are going numb.
Dorothy: Okay. Can you stand up? Hold on to this rail and put one of your feet across an ankle and bend your standing leg.
Ms Sciatica followed my instructions. She stood there for a moment; we walked to the bus stop for home on the other side of the street.
Dorothy: What a disappointment? I was beginning to enjoy the viewing of the new items.
Ms S: Another time, my dear.
We hopped off the bus at Selfridges and headed for the home front towards Duke Street entrance.
Dorothy: It’s a shame that Peter is leaving.
Ms S: Who is Peter?
Dorothy: You know, the six-foot, good looking English doorman.
Ms S: Oh, that guy. He looks so good in his black suit and top hat.
Dorothy: I love his, ‘Hi darling.’
Ms S: You do love when men give you those English manners.
Dorothy: Why not? Don’t we deserve good manners?
Ms S: I guess so. I like them as well. I don’t get so many as you do. It’s that smile and white teeth of yours.
Dorothy: Yeah, baby.
Ms S: Can we stop for a moment? My feet are numbing.
Dorothy: Let’s sit on these steps near Lacoste and its crocodile.
Ms S: While we are resting I have a confession to tell you, Dorothy.
Dorothy: Okay, out with it.
Ms S: I use to hate when you went to yoga classes. I did not want you to get rid of me. I deliberately agitated your legs just to stay around. I liked all the attention and the loving care you gave me; but I was jealous of your walking, the stretching, the TaiChi and meditation. I just wanted you for myself so I continued to give you pain. I hope that you can forgive me for my selfish acts as you didn’t deserve these unkindly deeds from me. I do thank you for your love but I feel that I will be leaving shortly with new treatments from that Chinese lady, Ms Coco the killer massager. She could feel what I was up to and I want to say goodbye and hope you many years of walking and doing the things you love to do, being out in the environment and learning.
Dorothy: Thank you for your honesty and I, too, hope to be enjoying my new walking soon. Goodbye and rest easy as Coco put you to sleep in a couple of weeks and may your holiday be an everlasting journey.
Peace at last as both of us laid our heads on the pillow for a restful nap. Three hours later Ms Sciatica was in semi-sleep.