I have been a massage therapist for many years now. I am pretty good at it. I’ve been told that I am good with my hands. I was always interested in massage therapy as a treatment for various conditions or injuries, not to mention it works wonders for relaxing the body. Most of my clients are patients looking to relieve or eliminate pain. I have a few that request therapy just to relieve stress or tension.
Today, I have a new client scheduled at noon. This is typically my lunch time, but he was desperate for an appointment. He had mentioned that I come highly recommended. So, I moved some things around and scheduled him to be here promptly at noon. I said my goodbyes to one of my regulars and began to clean the room for my new client. I glanced at the appointment book, and noticed his name was Patrick. It was now 11:55, and there was no sign of him. I sensed that he may not be here on time, and I hoped that I was wrong. I lit a large sandalwood candle in the corner of the room for aromatherapy. It is a soft, warm, creamy wood scent, with a touch of citrus. And it was the favorite of my assortment of candles, and essential oils. Sticking to routine, I sanitize the massage table, and lay a small sheet over it.