Although I posted yesterday, I have decided to add a new entry today so I can tell you how I spent that last two hours and forty minutes I was complaining about in my last update. Plus, I usually try to post something on Friday and I am SO not going to work tomorrow.
Anyway, after I finished writing that breakfast entry, I started wandering around aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do with the better part of three hours in the Detroit airport. And I had been awake for more than a day, so I wasn't coming up with any ideas beyond passing out or crying.
As I walked by one of the stores, a woman said to me, "You look like you could use some oxygen." At first I thought that maybe I was actually lying on the floor struggling to breathe, but then I realized that Detroit had gotten ultra-snooty and installed an oxygen spa. My gut reaction was that I'm not so reckless in my spending that I would pay for oxygen- but then I noticed the leather recliners that you sit in while you get it and that they also offered massages.
I usually get a massage after flying a lot, because my neck and shoulders get all kinds of crazy tense, but I now had the opportunity to get one before I was even done flying. I could not resist. And since I was already sold on the massage, I decided to go with the oxygen too.
So they put me in one of the recliners, which after being up all night on a plane was worth the money already. Then they had me select what type of aromatherapy I would like with my oxygen. I picked the detoxifying oxygen, and they gave me tubes to put in my nose.
And again, kind of like the C2 thing, I didn't want to like it- but I felt really good after 15 minutes of straight oxygen. I wasn't sleepy or confused anymore and I was in a great mood.
So that is my review of oxygen. I didn't see a movie on either flight, so I'm reviewing air.
I did get the massage too, which was kind of weird, because in addition to the crappy new age music they always play during a massage, there was the sound of planes taking off. It was a little disconcerting and kept me from falling asleep like I usually do.
More strange than the airplane noise was the actual masseuse. Every time I've gotten a massage they've used some type of massage oil, so that's what I was expecting. But when the masseuse came in she told me that she'd be using a hypo-allergenic lotion for sensitive skin instead of oil. I told her that I didn't have sensitive skin, so I didn't need special lotion. Her response? "Oh, it's for me. I'm allergic to massage oil."
It seems like masseuse would be an odd career choice for someone with an allergy to massage oil. And yet, I scheduled another appointment with her for next week when I have a four hour red-eye lay over.
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