Who knew there's such a thing as cranial massage? And that it spells wonder to the tired soul, especially the stressed out and hypertensive?
I have experienced a lot of massages, but not this. Acupressure, reflexology, Thai, Swedish, shiatsu, hilot, ventosa, foot spa, dagdagay (Mountain Province traditional foot massage using sticks), and so on.
This one is light in comparison. In fact, very light. I learned about it at Crown Peak the time I visited for a Vital C Drip and detox consult while suffering from hypertension and palpitations due to nervousness and panic attacks (most likely).
This was in Otis St., in the old Manila district. It was a Friday night and, as if that's not more than enough aggravation, it was Valentine's Day too. Anticipating the worst traffic nightmare on the way home -- no cab accommodating me, and if ever there's one, it would rip me off -- the old toxic feeling began to well up. I just finished the therapy, yet there I was again: I began feeling agitated and getting dizzy and nervous at the mere thought, as usual. My doctor, Dr. Irene, took my BP and, true enough, it was quite elevated.
Fortunately, the staff specializing on cranial massage was still on hand despite the advanced hour. Her name is Nanay Puring. Seeing her, I was a bit surprised due to her old age, but later on, she got me impressed. They said she was about 80 years of age and yet she was still limber and all. To my shame, I learned that she still commutes alone -- yes, unassisted -- and even attends zumba (or exercise) sessions at the park. She even said she planned to proceed to Quiapo Church that night (most likely as part of her religious vow).
Nanay Puring is said to have survived a debilitating disorder (involving edema and necrotic skin or something) after resorting to a therapy that Dr. Engie Domondon told her to try. The staff says her healing story is like no less than a miracle.
She began to run her fingers through my hair, applying a kind of oil that has a soothing fragrance (it smelled like lavender). Ever so gently, she touched specific points on my scalp. The simple sensation surprisingly made me calm, and the relaxation I felt was immediate. And I didn't have to go through a spa or pay a stiff fee for a whole-body massage.
I had to admit that the calming effect was addicting; I didn't want it to stop.
My BP was again taken soon after, and guess what -- it went back to normal. If only I could hire Nanay Puring full-time as my private cranial massage therapist.
I have experienced a lot of massages, but not this. Acupressure, reflexology, Thai, Swedish, shiatsu, hilot, ventosa, foot spa, dagdagay (Mountain Province traditional foot massage using sticks), and so on.
This one is light in comparison. In fact, very light. I learned about it at Crown Peak the time I visited for a Vital C Drip and detox consult while suffering from hypertension and palpitations due to nervousness and panic attacks (most likely).
This was in Otis St., in the old Manila district. It was a Friday night and, as if that's not more than enough aggravation, it was Valentine's Day too. Anticipating the worst traffic nightmare on the way home -- no cab accommodating me, and if ever there's one, it would rip me off -- the old toxic feeling began to well up. I just finished the therapy, yet there I was again: I began feeling agitated and getting dizzy and nervous at the mere thought, as usual. My doctor, Dr. Irene, took my BP and, true enough, it was quite elevated.
Fortunately, the staff specializing on cranial massage was still on hand despite the advanced hour. Her name is Nanay Puring. Seeing her, I was a bit surprised due to her old age, but later on, she got me impressed. They said she was about 80 years of age and yet she was still limber and all. To my shame, I learned that she still commutes alone -- yes, unassisted -- and even attends zumba (or exercise) sessions at the park. She even said she planned to proceed to Quiapo Church that night (most likely as part of her religious vow).
Nanay Puring is said to have survived a debilitating disorder (involving edema and necrotic skin or something) after resorting to a therapy that Dr. Engie Domondon told her to try. The staff says her healing story is like no less than a miracle.
She began to run her fingers through my hair, applying a kind of oil that has a soothing fragrance (it smelled like lavender). Ever so gently, she touched specific points on my scalp. The simple sensation surprisingly made me calm, and the relaxation I felt was immediate. And I didn't have to go through a spa or pay a stiff fee for a whole-body massage.
I had to admit that the calming effect was addicting; I didn't want it to stop.
My BP was again taken soon after, and guess what -- it went back to normal. If only I could hire Nanay Puring full-time as my private cranial massage therapist.
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