I would like to preface this story with an explanation: I get pitched every few months with a few ideas for products or services that people or companies would like me to review. I don’t take them all. Some I have taken and have returned. Some, I just don’t want to talk about. This is not one of those things. Anyway, on with the thing!
I let my wife be the guinea pig in this experiment.
Wait. Let me start over again.
I know that some people love the spa aesthetic. The curated rainforest feel. The tranquil soundscape. The guru approved refurbished warehouse meditation station with sandalwood infused gourmet oxygen and organic nerf string braided slippers.
For others though, they’d rather go the way of Uber and get their massage when they want it, where they want it, without all the hullabaloo. Enter Massago.
“Oh, but Trent, what is the meaning of that word you just wrote you pulchritudinous bastard?”
Well, thing that lives behind my eyes and helps run by body, I’m glad you asked.
According to their website, “(Massago) is the on-demand mobile app that brings the therapist to them – at their home, office or hotel – within the same day, and often within the same hour.”
It’s true because we used it. Then we used it again. I’ll elaborate.
The first time we used it, there was a knock at our door, and there was Morgan.
Morgan is the awesome registered massage therapist that made my wife’s life a lot easier. As she set up her table, I peppered her with questions, and then I walked away because (call back!) I let my wife be the guinea pig in this experiment.
Morgan talked to my wife about which areas that she wanted to work on. They talked about her fibromyalgia and her pressure points. They talked about consent. Then, Morgan went to wash her hands and let my wife get comfortable on the table.
It was nice for me. Knowing that my wife, who has pain issues, was in the hands of a pro. I could just walk away and think about what I was going to write. Or think about what I was going to have for lunch. Or wonder why sometimes my blinks don’t line up. Anyway, here is what Elizabeth had to say about the experience.
“The fact that the massage was in my home, without the stress of having to drive to and from an appointment, made the massage exceed my expectations,” Elizabeth said. “Mustering up the energy after a relaxing massage to return to home or return to work is sometimes debilitating.”
Oh yeah, we have kids. Sometimes they are ok. We’ve decided to keep them around. Probably because of things like this.
“There was something pretty extraordinary to have my kids interact with me during my massage. They saw me taking care of myself but also knew that I didn’t need to leave the house to do it,” explained Elizabeth. “Having a moment when my two-year-old came over and hugged my dangling arm or having my four-year-old peak under the headrest to show me drawings or tell me stories, that made it more beneficial to me. Those moments when I’m feeling good in my body and I’m with my family are big moments and this was one of them.”
All joking aside, our RMT was excellent. Great conversation and very focused on the task at hand. I’ll let E sum it up.
“Also, I’d like to thank Morgan for her work. I don’t normally get a reprieve from my discomfort and that was a good 60 minute reprieve,” said Elizabeth. That means bunches to her and to us as a family.
My dudes, I’ll I’m going to stop typing soon. Massago (and Morgan) were so great, we recently used it again for a back to back massage. Elizabeth got another, and I got one. I’m not usually a fan of massages. I mean, I like them, but they don’t top my list of things to do. But yesterday I got one, and it was definitely my top ten. Morgan was great (and she brings her own classical piano tunes). Having it in my house was great. Having it done with efficiency and without worry was super great. No muss no fuss. Also, since Massago only uses RMTs, you can write these off. Boom.
Find their pricing HERE.
Find their services HERE.
Enjoy reading the FAQ’s HERE.
If you like massages I highly recommend them.
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