The weekend in review
I'm convinced my current headache (as opposed to the headache of last week, which bears a passing, but not familial, resemblance to this one) is the direct result of the back massage yesterday.
K took me to this place which does foot and back massages, and for 40 minutes I sat on a chair while on my defenceless back this man pummeled and poked, and put pressure on places he probably shouldn't have. I'm convinced nerves were pinched and blood vessels squashed inappropriately: later that night at dinner, in the middle of swallowing a large mouthful, I had the disconcerting experience of my vision blacking out rapidly from the edges before recovering just as quickly. I have no idea where this came from: I'm not prone to fainting or blacking out, but this was like entering a tunnel in a speeding car, the lights dimming and then returning just as quickly. Perhaps something was thrown out of alignment: my masseuse seemed to treat my back as some sort of challenge, like a hunk of steak he had to tenderise, or an opponent in the boxing ring he had to KO. No, I don't think he meant ill - but I do think that subtlety of technique was not his strong suit.
Then again, it was a weekend with two buffet dinners (including an excellent penang buffet, which I'm linking so I can find the phone number again), as well as champagne, so I haven't been following the healthiest of diets recently. I don't normally drink, but the champagne was courtesy of a good friend, and the company and conversation was excellent (even though I felt rather lost when they started debating the relative merits of the drink, being woefully under-educated concerning wines). The place was nice (Cornerstone Wines, ex-Provignage), though the consensus was they could at least have served water, instead of making us buy it.
K took me to this place which does foot and back massages, and for 40 minutes I sat on a chair while on my defenceless back this man pummeled and poked, and put pressure on places he probably shouldn't have. I'm convinced nerves were pinched and blood vessels squashed inappropriately: later that night at dinner, in the middle of swallowing a large mouthful, I had the disconcerting experience of my vision blacking out rapidly from the edges before recovering just as quickly. I have no idea where this came from: I'm not prone to fainting or blacking out, but this was like entering a tunnel in a speeding car, the lights dimming and then returning just as quickly. Perhaps something was thrown out of alignment: my masseuse seemed to treat my back as some sort of challenge, like a hunk of steak he had to tenderise, or an opponent in the boxing ring he had to KO. No, I don't think he meant ill - but I do think that subtlety of technique was not his strong suit.
Then again, it was a weekend with two buffet dinners (including an excellent penang buffet, which I'm linking so I can find the phone number again), as well as champagne, so I haven't been following the healthiest of diets recently. I don't normally drink, but the champagne was courtesy of a good friend, and the company and conversation was excellent (even though I felt rather lost when they started debating the relative merits of the drink, being woefully under-educated concerning wines). The place was nice (Cornerstone Wines, ex-Provignage), though the consensus was they could at least have served water, instead of making us buy it.
Postscript
It never rains but it pours: we had a farewell lunch for a colleague who's leaving us, and it was another massive buffet, this time at Merchant Court Hotel. Great buffet - but I'd reached saturation point already - three buffets in as many days is a bit too much.
Comments
If you ever get that tunnel vision again, try taking some panadol immediatly to stave off the headache that will follow 20-30minutes later.