spare me from that spa

This is a dish of flowers on the porch of the old-house-converted-into-a-spa where I had my first spa experience last Wednesday. Sad to say, it was not a very good one as I developed an asthmatic attack in the middle of it. It couldn't have been the various fruits and vegetable scrubs that they used because I'm not allergic to any of those. Maybe it was the temperature that was to blame. The scrubs were too darn cold in the chilled room. After about 40 minutes into the two hour session, I had to tell the girl to please use some warm water as the shivers were turning into outright trembling. I think the girl was kind of insensitive. Not once did she ask if her client, who was coughing, wheezing and shaking was all right and was there anything she could do to make said client any more comfortable. Instead at one point she used a semi-wet wrap as a blanket that I had to protest and ask for a dry towel instead. Gah!

The session goes like this: one hour of body scrub using oatmeal, carrots, cucumbers and the like, followed by a shower (with a thermostat control that I could not figure out) then another hour of massage. After the shower I put on all my clothes and ran back to the car to get my salbutamol inhaler which got left behind, and things became much better after that. Hail to the inhaler!

And one more thing. They played this eerie/scary kind of music all throughout, the kind that you would hear in suspense movies where the knife-weilding-killer is stalking the unknowing victim and you, the audience, would silently scream in your seat, "Don't go there! Go to the left! Keep your head down! " Not a very restful audio ambiance.

So overall, I would say, never again would I go to that place for a spa. As you notice, the place goes unnamed but if you're from Dumaguete, I'm sure you would know which place I'm talking about.