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What are the protocols...?

8/16/2013

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I forgot to tell you about my massage yesterday.

I treated myself to a 1hr all-body massage.  It was very good - nice and relaxing, and I think probably helped my knees too by stretching out the various leg muscles. 

The only slightly confusing thing, for me - this being (aside from when my friend Ruth had just finished her training and wanted to practise) my only ever massage, was what to do when the lady massaging me kept coughing/hacking up phlegm.  Not constantly.  Not even very often.  But at one point she left the room, quietly, sliding the door closed behind her, and I heard a mini cough/phlegm into a spittoon thing going on. 

Now, if it had been more frequent, I might have broken my usual silence - made more silent by the massage-situation.  I might have said, 'Are you ok?'  Or 'Would you like some water?' - although I was a bit worried about that one as I thought the language barrier might result in her getting me some water, which I didn't want.  Her English seemed sufficient for being a masseuse, but I wasn't sure beyond that....

But it wasn't that frequent.  So I just remained silent, and instead occasionally worried that she might have bird flu and therefore I might keel over and die tomorrow, and then reasoned, more rationally, that she probably was a bit allergic to the massage oil.  She didn't seem ill....

Anyway, if anyone has any advice on this situation, please let me know.
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