When
I was growing up, my father had an electric back massager called the “Jeanie
Rub.” He’d gotten it soon after he’d been in a car accident and hurt his back.
The engine on this thing was so powerful and rough that it was like getting a
massage from a jackhammer! You even had to hold it with two hands or you'd lose control of the thing. Your entire body would shake like the thing was
trying to tear you to bits. I’d be flexing my muscles so hard to withstand the
torture that I’d end up more tense than when I started.
Needless
to say, it was not a relaxing experience. In fact, my father was the only one
that could stand it. But it was the only massager in the house. So, if your
back hurt, it was damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Pick your poison and
hope you survive.
