Killer Chair

I was going to call it the Venus Flytrap because it catches your legs and squeezes them to death. But no. Yesterday, I tried to take a break in Jim’s mother’s massage chair. My elbow nudged the controls on the way in and before I could say “Uncle” I was flat on my back with golf balls in my spine. I could not get up and Margie came in right away and changed things.

Last night I barely slept. Today the worst is my coxxyx, the base of my spine where multiple bruises are already evident. Most of my spine is also tender but less so than the base. Luckily there is padding on the bed at Jim’s childhood home we slept in last night. I’m afraid of this bed at our home 1,500 miles away but will make do.

The other day this chair worked on my neck and shoulders after a flight and did wonders. The pattern it chose was my error and I will pay for it. The point is to know what you’re doing. I didn’t. Enough said. Dee