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A Day Just For Me

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I recently won a radio contest. I’m not sure why, but I find that a bit embarassing, and I blush a little every time I say it.

BUT ANYWAY, I won, and it was a great prize: a Supreme Pamper Day at a local Spa Seekers establishment. And let me just tell you, this is a fantastic day, at a choice of really nice spas. And the radio station (Southern FM, if anyone is interested) even threw in £30 travel money!

As I live about an hour away from Brighton, and it’s a convenient drive, I opted to redeem my voucher at the Landsdowne Place Hotel in Brighton. Their spa is beautiful, and the staff really set out to make me feel welcome.

Upon arrival, I met Sam, who informed me that she was my beauty therapist for the day. Each beauty therapist has her own treatment room, so being assigned to Sam for all my treatments meant I basically had my own private room for the day. Sam gave me a quick tour of the facilities I’d be using (the ‘Relaxation Room’, complete with sauna, steam room and open showers, and the women’s ‘Locker Room’, where I was given my own locker [although that word seems far too crass when you realise it was a full-size cupboard, with a hanger for my clothes and a shelf for personal items and tall wooden lockable door] and shown where to change and the toilet that was accessible there. I had been warned to bring swimwear (necessary for access to the sauna or steam room, if that’s your sort of thing — I’m not good with too much heat myself — but also just so you feel more comfortable roaming around the place) and Sam told me to change into that and then put on the lovely, thick, white terrycloth robe provided. She instructed me to return to the Relaxation Room (this is the drop-off and pick-up point for clients, and a place to rest, read a magazine, have a drink — instant coffee, numerous teas and water were compimentary all day — etc.) to wait for her to come get me.

When Sam came for me, we went to her treatment room, and my day began. We started with a full-body scrub. (Paper knickers were offered instead of swimwear, but you can wear that, or indeed your own underwear, if you feel more comfortable. Or you can go entirely without if you prefer since you are always covered with multiple towels and all the therapists take great pains to make you feel secure and comfortable.) This was done on a heated table with sea salts, that come in three varieties. (All the products were from the ESPA line, and they are available on the company’s website.) Mine was ‘Relaxing’ and I definitely did that while being scrubbed all over. Sam was really great, and we chatted while she worked. I asked a number of questions and she answered very knowledgeably and thoroughly. She was really good at putting me at ease.

Once my scrub was finished, Sam explained to me that she’d go out for 10 minutes, to allow me to shower off the salt. (There is a shower room as part of each treatment room, complete with shower gel and shampoo and conditioner as well.) Once I was cleaned and robed again, she came back in to change all the salt covered towels for clean ones. (I remarked that they must spend a fortune on towels, and she assured me they do!)

Then I got back onto the table and it was time for a full body massage. Sam asked how I like my massage, which meant how much pressure. I opted for firm, as I have a lot of tension and knotted muscles in my back and neck.

One word of advice here — don’t say ‘firm’ if you don’t really want it. (And you can always change your mind if the pressure is too much.) I knew what I was asking for, and I really wanted my muscles loosened, so I was okay with that. She really had to work hard to get at some of the muscles, especially as it had been a year since my last massage. (I plan to go more often now!) Sometimes the pressure was a bit painful, but the relief afterwards was tremendous, when she was able to work out some of those muscle pains. With any massage, unless you go very regularly, it’s normal to have some soreness afterwards, because muscles have been manipulated in ways that you are unused to. Most of my soreness was in my neck, which tells you a lot about where my tensions focus is!

A full body massage is just that, back and front, neck to soles of the feet, even your fingers get massaged. By the time I was on my back (you start face down) I was so relaxed I could have gone to sleep. Taking her cue from me, Sam only spoke to tell me when she needed me to move, as I was in a place where I had no desire to say anything!

Once the massage was done, Sam moved straight on to a full facial as I was in a perfect position to do this. The warmth on my back from the heated table while she worked on my face, neck and décolletage was absolute bliss! The facial involved numerous scrubs and treatments, and smelled wonderful. I can’t remember when I’ve ever been so relaxed in my life! Scrub, massage, facial is a treatment list I’d recommend for anyone who needs to really relax.

After my morning treatments, I had been promised a ‘light lunch’. (I told my husband this would probably involve a few bits of fruit, a lettuce leaf and a cracker. :) ) At 12:30, I was escorted to the hotel’s restaurant — in my robe no less! But I was assured that ‘all the guests do that’ — and offered their ‘day menu’. LIGHT? HA! There were ‘lighter bites’ listed, but when you’re told to “choose any two courses” and promised a drink as well (which can be soft drinks, juices or indeed house wine), it’s hard to think ‘light’! I opted for a starter (As I’m basically allergic to sugar desserts are usually a no-go, and I was told I couldn’t deviate from the offered menu. But honestly, I don’t think you’d need to. There were about a half dozen starter or light meal options, the same sort of number of main meals and four desserts.) and a main meal. I had fish chowder to start, which was creamy and full of big chunks of salmon and other fish, and a burger for a main. The burger turned out to be a large, thick patty (seriously, must have been a half pound of meat) on a bun that had been toasted on the grill, with a mound of ’shoestring’ chips and a rocket and pepper salad. Oh my god! It was fantastic food, and the staff was very polite and eager to please. I really did feel pampered after all that!

The day wasn’t over though. My Supreme Pamper Day included painting of fingernails and toenails as well. Sam came to get me from the Relaxation Room again, and we set off to the manicure station. I got to choose two colours of polish (This is apparently the thing now — toes and fingers have no need to match, and it seems a lot of women are choosing subtle fingers and stronger coloured toes, and that’s the route I went as well.) and she set to work. Again she was very good with chatting with me, answering questions about products and such, and it was very enjoyable. Once all was complete, she took me back to the Relaxation Room to dry, and she told me to enjoy the rest of my day. (I was allowed to stay until 17:00 if I wished and make use of any of the facilities.) In the end once I was completely dry, I was really wanting to go home and sleep! I felt very relaxed, and definitely pampered (as it says on the tin!), and I was ready to call it a day.

I found out online that this package costs about £165, or £175 on Friday and weekends. As I went on a Friday, my day came into the higher slot. But, honestly, SO WORTH IT! If you have that sort of money to drop on a spa day like this, I cannot recommend it highly enough. I’m just so grateful to have had a day like this, especially as it’s something I wouldn’t necessarily think to get for myself. But I may again in future! They also do gift vouchers, so you can give such an experience to a woman who wouldn’t think to do it for herself.

Incidentally, I did ask Sam if men went to the Spa for treatments as well. She assured me that they often have as many or more men than women (and later in the day, I did see a couple who was there for treatments together) as many companies send men to the hotel on business, and include a visit to the spa in the package.

This particular spa also features two ‘dual treatment rooms’, where two people go together — whether friends, family members, couple, whatever — and receive their treatments in the same room, each from their own beauty therapist. The only thing I think could have made my day any better was doing it with a friend, so this is a great selling point.

They also sell the full range of ESPA products in the spa itself. They are not cheap, but everything feels terrific, smells good and is made of all natural ingredients. Plus they put a lot of research into the development of really good products, so worth looking into.

I honestly cannot recommend the Lansdowne Place Hotel Spa, or its staff, highly enough. Everyone was wonderful and seemed so intent on giving me the best possible experience. If you are lucky enough to be able to be able to take advantage of a Pamper Day, or even an individual treatment there, definitely go for it! I can assure you it’s an experience you won’t soon forget.

Rediscovering Normal

I wrote a few weeks ago about losing my sense of normal with regard to developing asthma late in life. What a difference a few weeks, and the right medicine, makes!

I’m due back at the asthma clinic on Monday, and I can’t wait to go. I’ve had such a dramatic turnaround that my husband is actually questioning whether I truly have asthma or not!

I know however. Some things are different — hills and stairs cause me to get a bit out of breath no matter what I do. And I react to environmental factors: dust and certain perfumes can be debilitating.

BUT. I have rediscovered ‘normal‘.

I have been doing my walking, and crazy person that I am, I’ve decided to start running. Now running for me is not as exciting as it sounds. For me it’s run one minute, walk five to recover, and then run again. But I’m doing it. Regularly and consistently, and I’m building on my progress.

And during my run/walk/run cycles, there is a set of stairs on my regular route. (I run on the seafront promenade which is minutes from my house.) And, no matter what I’m supposed to be doing at the time, whether walking or running, I always run up those stairs. Just to show them I can. Stairs have been my nemesis since this whole saga started, and I’m not going to let them beat me!

Nor will I let asthma beat me. It’s been a long road back, but I’ve found normal again. And even if I lose for a time again, I know it’s there and I know how to get back to it.

That is worth a lot.

The Loss of Normal

I have learned a lot in the last few weeks about ‘normal’ and the lack of it. I wrote a few weeks ago about how I had ’suddenly’ developed asthma. This has been a life changing experience — when you can’t breathe, everything that is important to you, everything you thought you knew about your body, suddenly changes. Breathing is so integral to life itself, that when you’re struggling to do it, you can’t think of much else.

Having said that, after several changes in medicine, my regime is finally working. My asthma is improving, and I actually am starting to feel that it’s coming under control.

I still struggle with stairs, mind you, but I’m back to walking again for exercise. (I can’t do Level 20, Random Hills on a treadmill anymore, but I can walk on fairly level ground — with, hey hey!, one set of stairs in the middle — at a brisk pace.) I’m increasing my time gradually, and today after walking I didn’t even feel the need for a recovery inhaler afterwards. So things are better.

But…

I feel the loss of ‘normal’. I’m of an age now where I kinda know what my body can do and what it can’t. I know how much I can push myself and what kind of recovery it will take afterwards.

Or at least I did.

I miss that. I know I don’t actually have a lot to complain about: I’m getting better, I’m under good care and things are most definitely improving.

But I can’t help feeling a tiny bit sorry for myself that, at least a part of the ‘me’ I knew is gone.

Is there 12-step for Asthma? Maybe I need it…

My name is Leanne, and I’m an asthmatic.

Until 3 weeks ago, I didn’t know I had asthma. At least, not really.

I mean, I knew I had ‘exercise induced asthma’, but we’re talking a slight cough if I had to run for a bus. Nothing serious, nothing that needed an inhaler. Just something that bothered me now and then when I was at the gym, but basically disappeared on its own.

Cut to 4 weeks ago. People kept saying to me, “Do you have asthma?” “NO!”, I would answer. I had a ‘phlegm problem’ (which I still have — anybody know how to REALLY get rid of catarrh???), I was a bit breathless after those stairs/that hill/that walk, whatever. But no, I DON’T have asthma.

And then, I had lunch with a friend. A very caring, concerned friend, whom I hadn’t seen for about 6 months, by the way. All through lunch and afterwards, she mostly seemed to be saying, “I think there’s something wrong with you…” And finally, after several hours, she pointed out that I couldn’t get through a sentence without having to gasp for breath. (Okay, yeah, I’m a bit thick about medical stuff when it’s happening to me. I’m GREAT with anybody else’s crisis — just give me a call!) “Please go get yourself checked out,” she said. “Call your doctor, or better yet, go to the hospital.”

I waved off her objections, of course (this is ME we’re talking about) and then….

I ended up in A&E (the Emergency Room) the next day. For five hours. While the doctors tried to prove I had a chest infection, and yet couldn’t. And then diagnosed me….with asthma. *sigh*

And then, as a follow-up, my own doctor signed me off work for 2 weeks. “You are a very sick girl,” she told me. “You need to take this very seriously.”

It has been a debilitating experience. I never knew such little things could wear me out as they have. And, believe me, when you can’t breathe, you can’t do anything else either. But, after steroids and antibiotics (in case there was an infection they couldn’t find) and inhalers, I am better. Finally. And unbelievably, I’m an asthmatic.

Who knew? And who would have believed it?

Certainly not me.

Yet here I am. I am an asthmatic. And I must go forth with that always in mind. Talk about a trip.