Today has been a huge awakening for me, perhaps a wake-up call that I think everyone should experience a handful of times throughout their lives. Sometimes people learn the hard way. When I woke up this morning, I had (and I counted) 16 unexplained bruises on my body. When I touch the middle of my stomach, I feel sharp pain (in a diameter similar to a fist). That too, is unexplained. I could barely move my neck. I felt like walking death and could literally barely move, much less try to exercise. Both of my knees have bruises the size of coke cans. Perhaps at one point I must have fallen? Did I fall down a flight of stairs? Did I get into a fistfight with a ghost? I felt the way Muhammad Ali did in his fight with Frazier when he said, “So this is what death feels like.” I’m telling you. I felt it.

So what do you do when you start a day like that? I’ll tell you what you do. You beg. And I do mean beg a massage therapist to take pity on you and fit you in her day in a short notice. And that’s exactly what I did.

Normally I’ve used Beverly from Carmen Delgado Spa as my massage therapist, but she had surgery recently and has left the company. Beverly was also my friend, and I feel sad that I have no way of reaching her. I feel like I’ve lost her as a friend forever because the company won’t give me her number for privacy reasons. I do hope she is ok. She is a breast cancer survivor and had both of her breasts removed, so when I heard she had sudden surgery, worst-case scenarious were going through my head. I miss her.

So I found another massage therapist who coincidentally happens to be smart and beautiful and worked wonders with my neck. I must say… I didn’t want to admit this to her… but it was quite an arousing experience. At one point I think I felt a breast on my face and I swore I had gone from hell to heaven in .6 seconds. We talked about many things and turns out we have quite a bit in common and she wants to get to know me on a personal basis (she even asked for my info - and inquired about erotic hypnosis too!). It’s nice to meet new people and I want to find out more about her. She still doesn’t know I’m a Domme, but who knows, maybe she drew her own conclusions by the tattoos on my back.

Although I still feel sore and tender, I can at least move my neck and can walk up and down stairs. But I don’t think I’ll be capable of riding my bike until next year (plus it’s getting colder outside).

Whatever happened to make me wake up like I did, I’m grateful. I’ve learned so much. I know this sounds vague, but some things are personal experiences that are better left just that… personal.

On another note, I am grateful to the person who bought me the cd “The Awakening” by Melissa Etheridge which I’ve been listening to all day. It’s a remarkable cd and all the music on it really hit home for me. Songs 9-16 are my absolute favorite and are worth re-listening to every single day.

I don’t think I look very sexy wearing a neck brace. LOL

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

P.S. I have also learned that it takes less alcohol to drunkify me than it did when I was 100 pounds heavier. I never took that into account. Lesson learned. Lesson learned.