When I was a boy, I was diagnosed with growing pains. It's funny how that label ended the search for a cure. I had growing pains. They would pass in time. See you later.
Indeed the sharp pain did fade away, but that is what neurologists call habituation. It isn't the end of the problem; just the end of our awareness of it: the body gets tired of telling us, and it just curls up and gets sick.
Even in Thailand, a massage can mean disappointment. But in Amsterdam, it will almost always mean €60 and a waste of 60 minutes. You pay for the space, the towels, the oil, the labour, the marketing, and the profit. Your therapist may get 20%. That's the net investment in your body, in the best case. In fact you don't need any oil to get a great massage, and you shouldn't obsess about the robe, the tea, or the scented atmosphere. Instead, find a practitioner who moves you. Find someone who can talk to your tension, and make it go away. Nothing else make a difference.
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Just another post about fungal infections? Far from it! Though Google may show you a paid link to a fabulous ointment, or to that sweat-wicking, synthetic pair of socks you just must get, I'm actually just going to hand you the intellectual property, the real reason that Athlete's Foot keeps coming back, and why it takes more than clotrimzole and tee tree oil to clean the fungus out for good.