Ladybird, Ladybird

The second to last time I had cupping done, the first thing I thought (after the initial shock of how purple the bruises were passed) was that I looked like a ladybug. How kind of my massage therapist to place the cups symmetrically on either side of my spine!

On Tuesday I paid him another visit. When he asked me if I wanted to have cupping done, I replied, “Sure, if you think I need it.” Yes, I did. I added suggestively, “Last time you did it they were soo pretty, all symmetrical down my back. I looked like a ladybird.” I didn’t need to say any more.

And like last time, when I got home, I had a shock at the sight of my bare back. I must be chock-full of toxins! (Which I can’t at all understand, clean-living as I am.)

But this time I was ready to photograph the results. Later he and I chuckled over the spots, and discussed the artistic merits of creating cupping pictures on his patients’ unsuspecting backs – sort of like balloon art, only classier. “I can photograph them for you,” I told him, “and I’m sure there’ll be some art gallery owner somewhere who’d be totally into it.”

I am fully expecting a smiley face next time.

More pics in the Out-takes & Extras gallery.