August 19, 2007
Sebi, my little boy, was turning 2 and we were going to celebrate him in the evening in a playground. Everything was arranged, so in the morning, I went to the office, like every day, without a care in the world.
I was working in a bank and loved what I was doing, so even though I was working 14 - 16 hours a day, I never felt the need to take time to relax. Everything followed a very clear schedule: wake up, office, time with the family, especially the baby, a little sleep and off you go.
the moments when I felt that my letters were dancing in front of the screen, that my back was aching - were already daily. But the fact that I was working with pleasure energized me.
But that day, just before noon, I suddenly got dizzy. I couldn't control myself, I fell out of my chair. I remember hearing my coworkers shaking as I felt the ground move with me. They wanted to call an ambulance, but they decided not to wait and a colleague took me to the C.M.U. in his car.
I ended up in a bed in a room. A doctor asked me if I was pregnant. I wasn't. They took my blood, hooked me up to a machine and started an IV. Although I was now lying in bed, I was still very dizzy. In addition, I felt guilty because my coworker didn't want to leave before he made sure I was okay either. I knew he had a lot of work to do too and that meant overtime for him too.
After a few hours, when my husband called me to organize us for Sebi's party, I weakly answered that I was not at the bank, but at the clinic, tied to IVs. We were only 2 hours before the guests arrived, so I tried to convince the doctor that I had to leave. My husband came to pick me up, but I still couldn't stand on my feet, I had no balance.
Just a few weeks before, the news of the death of a young corporate woman had been front-page news in our newspapers. The doctors had sent her home, where her relatives found her dead. The diagnosis: exhaustion.
As a result, with this story far too fresh in my mind, my doctor refused to let me leave in the state I was in. My only option was to sign a waiver refusing hospitalization. And I left, in my husband's arms.
I don't know when and how I got to the playground, I don't remember much of the party. I was slumped in a chair. On the birthday of my first child, when I couldn't enjoy being with him, I realized for the first time the true cost I was paying for the (substantial) salary I was taking.
The next day I was scheduled to go on vacation with my family to Turkey. Supported by my husband, who was struggling with the luggage, with me and with Sebi, we arrived late at the hotel where we were staying. In the elevator, leaning against the wall, I raised my eyes and saw a poster advertising the hotel spa:
- I've never been to the spa. I'm going this vacation to see what it's like...
- Yes, that's a very good idea! We'll go right now, after we drop our bags in the room.
I think he was already fed up with me! And I didn't yet have the strength to realize that his ambition and determination at that moment would give me the most beautiful gift of my life. I didn't even know how to say: Thank you for being with me.
My condition was no better: everything was still spinning around with me, I was leaning against the walls, I felt terribly dizzy. From the room she called the spa and made a reservation, then "turned me in" a few minutes later.
I opted for a whirlpool bath (because I love water and it relaxes me) and a massage standard 50 min.
For the bath, they gave me to smell several essential oils and opt for two of them that I can't remember how I chose. The therapy lasted 10 minutes in the tub with the water in which the oils were dissolved, followed by the massage.
After another 50 minutes, towards the sea, to my great surprise I got up from the massage bed by myself and walked with absolutely no problem. Any trace of dizziness was gone. I felt like dancing! I even twirled around to test it. I was fine, no dizziness!
I went back to the room alone. Sebi was asleep. My husband was amazed when he saw me at the door:
- How was the treat?
- No, it wasn't just pampering. I discovered that spa is medicine, it's health!
At the time, I was trying to explain how a few hours of sitting on IVs had done absolutely nothing, but a bath with essential oils and a 50-minute massage had put me back on my feet.
This was my moment, the experience through which I was literally reborn and which awakened in me the desire to know, to know, to share the good of a world about which I knew almost nothing... the spa.
Spa-It's not just pampering, it's prevention and health. And it is a 100% non-invasive option, which translates to health in the truest sense of the word.
After giving birth to my second child, I decided to create the aboutSpa.ro website. To help as many people as possible to learn and benefit from these experiences, with extraordinary effects!
When the little one turned 2, I had to choose whether to go back to my job - which I loved very much, or to continue the aboutSpa.ro project. The site had already started to produce feedback from readers fascinated by the universe they were discovering. And, at the same time, attracting more and more spa specialists & wellness - consultants, therapists - who had left the country, returned, discovered aboutSpa.ro. They wanted to contribute to the spread of quality and very well documented information: they wrote a lot - both articles for other professionals and articles for readers - you will recognize them in the articles in Blog yes SPA Business section.
Together we managed to build a community that was doing a lot of good. So, when the time came when I had to choose, I gave up without regret a significantly higher income to continue to promote a concept that has helped me first and foremost to evolve as a human being, to develop myself, and to discover new facets of it constantly. I started with spa experiences, and ended up with the wellness lifestyle - a whole encyclopedia.
despreSpa.ro has evolved with you and me. Now the journey continues and we hope to be joined by as many people as possible!
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