The name scribbled on her business card is "Sandra O'Oriscoce", though I'm not so sure about the last name because the writing gets a little illegible here, but all you need to know is that Sandra can work some serious muscle magic here.
Sage is nestled conveniently in the heart of downtown, but on a peaceful side street that makes you forget that Yonge is but a few paces away. The staff are very friendly and it's always nice to see co-workers laughing and at-ease with one another, no? Ahhhhh.... I sigh..... all is at one here. They kindly offer me water (which, ha, I'd already helped myself to upon entering - what? I was thirsty), and I am ushered into a nice and quiet, dimly lit room that feels warm and homey (as in Auntie May's house, not Tupac's).
Sandra does a great job of listening to what areas need particular attention and adjusting the pressure to what you prefer. I tend to like as deep tissue as I can handle - I'm talking cringe-worthy - and she gets the job done, and yet I feel 100% relaxed in her care. At the end of my 1 hour session, she eases out of the room and tells me to take my time getting up. Let's just say, I lay there for about 5 minutes contemplating if my napping there would be worth the embarrassment, and after some serious thought, thankfully decided otherwise.
Checking out, I was offered a piece of the bar of chocolate Sandra and her co-worker had been sharing all afternoon. At one, see?
Now, what really sealed the deal was that Sandra personally called me 2 weeks later to follow-up on how I was feeling and whether or not I had any concerns, but not once urging me to come in again. Needless to say, however, with her genuine care for the well-being of her patients, how could I not book a second appointment?