Besides the wheelchair and the bed, the only other item in my possession that I could not live without is my brown, faux-leather recliner.
It is way more than just a piece of furniture to me.
I receive at least three hours of forced air via my BiPap every evening while seated in the reclined position. So what if it dries out the saliva on my tongue and the roof of my mouth!?! It’s worth it for the 180+ minute respite of being drool-free.
I have seen countless movies and endless episodes of Real Housewives (of OC, NY, ATL, NJ, DC, BH, and MIA) on that chair. Bonus points if you can identify at least one current cast member from every city/region listed above AND you lack a Y chromosome. You can do it, fellas.
(Please don’t let me be the only one with this particular skill set).
I get tube-fed five meals a day of 350 calorie per serving Boost there. It used to be six times a day but when all I got for my birthday were an assortment of muumuus and elastic waistbanded pants, I knew it was time to cut back.
I watched every inning of the Giants’ World Championship Playoff run of 2010 while my ass pressed down onto that seat cushion. Everyone knows where they were on November 1, 2010 when the Gigantes won it all, don’t they?!
And from the upright position is where I do all of my Eye Gazing.
So, can you see what I’m saying about my recliner and how important it is to me in our household?!?
Well, just this past Thursday, we found yet another way to utilize this incredibly versatile piece of furniture:
As a massage table.
Since the prospect of getting me on an actual massage table is comical at best and dangerous at worst, we made the decision for me to receive my first in-home, therapeutic massage in the comfortable confines of my beloved recliner.
Best decision ever.
To use the chair AND to book the masseuse.
It has been a long time since I’ve felt so relaxed. My arms, legs, chest, back, neck and head. All letting go and staying gone throughout the entire treatment.
It was definitely a rude awakening to open my eyes and have to have all the oil wiped off of my body and chair.
But not so much of a hassle that I’m not counting down the hours until my next session.
Thank you everyone for all the comments and good thoughts sent my way as a result of the Lost Mojo post. They were enthusiastically received and immediately taken to heart. I appreciate your support and I’ll do my best to not stay away so long in the future.