Hanging in There

Maybe the magic of acupuncture can be delayed...

While lying on my belly with 10 needles stuck into my back, I started preparing a lovesong to acupuncture that I’d serve up as a post. I was musing about how everytime I go, I learn something new. I only go for physical discomfort related to muscle tightness and/or realignment issues. Taiwanese people go if they’ve got a cold or, as I learned today, if they’re 10 year old constipated girls. While my needles were doing their work, the doctor brought in the next patient and her parents. There was a lot to digest, so to speak, as I floated in endorphins of appreciation, thinking, “wow, Taiwan, nothing like it (except China) –we’ve had a good run, I’ve learned so much yet I know nothing…”

Somewhere during my musing, I fell asleep and dreamt of Angelina Jolie, whom – to be fair, I had just been reading an article about in the VF I haven’t had a chance to look at. I woke up confused and stupider. I left the office in more pain – constant and sharp, whereas before it had only been related to several moves I do, like bending down and picking up people or things.

Dang.

We leave the day after tomorrow and everything is fine fine fine.

No pics today – but as a break from the tedium of preparing to move, the boys and I went to the science museum for probably the last time. And all of us ate a big lunch at chili’s – also probably for the last time.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++This has nothing to do with me or moving – but friends have been discussing boils (hard to leave, hard to leave!!!) – I think this may be of interest to people who like kinda gross medical stuff.