I was supposed to blog a few months ago about my recent golfer’s elbow surgery - complete with pictures! But things happened… and fast forward I’m undergoing physical therapy to regain strength & flexibility on my right arm and hopefully, cure the pain & persistent discomfort.

The physio is antipodean, about a 5 inches shorter than I but likeable enough. I’m generally not squeamish especially with health professionals. But because this guy’s job mean touching me every week, you do feel uneasy.

The last 3 sessions were okay. He showed me some stretching exercises. But today after massaging my arm, which was the only touching he’s ever done, he said he’s going to work on the muscles around my neck. Then… asked me to take my top off.

Excuse me?

He said, “take your top off I need to get around the muscle around that and the spine”

Oh my blushes!!

I acted casually & we continued chatting. He was telling me about him doing the Christmas shopping online instead of buying them instore etc. Then he finished and told me to… lie on my back… EEEECCKK!!

Excuse me?

He said, “I need to massage the pectoral area”

I thought, pectorals… goodness those are my breasts he’s talking about!

He continued chatting casually to me but I could only muster uh-huhs. I think I was subsconsciously trying to feel if any of his fingers will wander off off to the moutain regions. They didn’t and the ordeal finally ended.

I made it sound so sleazy but it wasn’t actually. I just wasn’t comfortable being massaged & half-naked in front of a virtual stranger. Na-de-virginize tuloy ako. Teka salita ba yun?