I’d Like My Money Back … This Spa Sucks
In my last post about tomorrow’s surgery I talked about how my prep was going to be like a fast at a fancy spa. Umm … not!
I imagine at a fancy spa, I’d have an awesome (hopefully sexy) chef named Sven (I love men who can cook) creating healthy juice smoothies and other fast-friendly concoctions. Unfortunately, the Slurpee for lunch and beef broth and Jell-O for dinner at my “spa” haven’t been exactly satisfying … and there certainly wasn’t a “Sven” serving them to me.
Plus (as Val suggested in the comments Monday) spas should offer foot massages and lavender scented baths. I don’t see that happening here.
I also envision that spas that offer fasting are mostly found in gorgeous, warm locations. That is absolutely not the case at this “spa.”
But the real reason this spa sucks … the nasty-ass bottle of magnesium citrate I had to drink about five hours ago and its results.