Wednesday, 31 August 2011
In regards to my specific experience. Well, I wanted to kick myself (and a fellow blogger will want to kick me too!) a few minutes into the treatment. I left my camera (phone) at home! As I whiled away the time before my treatment, I thought about this post and of course thought about taking a foto to include with my words. In my distracted state of anxiety about the procedure, I left home without my phone and only realised it after I had dipped my feet into the tank and a swarm of little fish gravitated to my left foot.
There was no pain whatsoever. There was a slight tickling. But the sight of so many fish (a SCHOOL of fish) latching on to my foot was mentally unappealing and this squeamishness manifested itself as a turning in my stomach. I almost jerked my fish-infested-foot out of the water, but with a demonstration of discipline, I kept my feet in the tank for 20 minutes.
Did it work?
Well, after the fish treatment, a lovely Eastern European woman filed away at my feet with sandpaper and cut off much more dead skin.
Any concern about her welfare?
This left me kicking myself a 2nd time. After the full treatment it was virtually impossible for me to determine if the fish had indeed done anything beautifying to my feet - or if the resultant smoothness was all down to the Eastern European. I should have thought to have done a before and middle and after test to assign credit where credit should be due.
I sense a lot of gimmick in the fish pedicure, but it's something I've done; an experience I can check of the list.
For a sense of what it looks like, all you have to do is google 'fish pedicure' and virtually every newspaper article or fish pedicure locale website contains a picture which is indeed true to form: a cluster of small fish gravitating around your feet. My stomach churns at the thought.
On another note, the movers arrived, packed, and departed. My flat is empty. Now I would like to buy a new desk to occupy a new space and provide me with new inspiration.