Today was needle doc day. I love needle doc day. Nothing like someone jabbing tiny little needles all over your body to lift your spirits. What makes it better is when she hands you this bag of stuff that looks somewhat illegal and says it tastes like shit but will make you feel better. It looks like shit too. Don’t believe me? This is ass tea brewing as I type. I still couldn’t tell you what is in it. I just know it makes me gag a little twice a day.
I go to the acupuncturist about every three weeks. I would like it to be a little less frequent, but I am strung tighter than a fat chick in a thong near the end of the third week. I sit down, tell her how I’ve been feeling (kinda like a therapist) discuss any thing new that may have popped up and then lay down on a table. She takes my pulse, looks at my tongue an then proceeds to jab me in the hands, feet, legs, ears and head. I get a cozy blanket, a heat lamp and a lavender eye pillow and 30 minutes of time to sit back and relax. I’ve fallen asleep.
Today she stuck me in the ears and head for the first time. She is working on a few points to rid me of the persistent blah feeling I have. Lemme say… holy crap and a half those ear points hurt like hell. Well, at first. Then you lay there for a while and think, “I would like to stay like this forever.” It’s nice, but it only lasts for about 30 minutes. Then she comes in, takes out your pokey zen and sends you on your way.
Despite the horrible rain, very gusty wind and traffic on the way home I was in complete bliss. White knuckle I’m going to die from that logging truck bliss.