Photo to the right was taken on a recent whale watching trip. This was about 10 minutes before I got too seasick to care about whales. And actually I think these are dolphins.
So recently, I've started going to an acupuncturist. Combination of not wanting to be heavily medicated and hearing the tales of others, including some friends in the medical profession, talk about the merits of acupuncture (one friend, a 43-year-old physician, has had numerous surgeries and procedures in an effort to get pregnant; enter acupuncture -- she's 4 months along now). Of this I am convinced: it certainly does something. The first time I had it done, about 10 minutes in, alone in the room, I started laughing uncontrollably. Nothing was funny. Although I wouldn't rule out mental illness, it seemed to be a strange response to the acupuncture. Apparently this isn't uncommon. And after my first session, I felt the best I've felt since I was probably two. It's what I imagine nirvana is meant to be like. And best of all, I slept that night, which hasn't happened much lately.
Last time I went, the acupuncturist checked my pulse and said that my lungs sounded weaker than normal. I had felt that day that I was coming down with something, and had just started feeling slightly headachy, with some sinus pressure, and that overall run-down feeling. She prescribed me some herbs to take -- apparently these are very effective if you can catch something at its onset -- and within a few hours, I felt a lot better. By the next day, I felt fine.
So I'm a convert. I was always skeptical of Chinese medicine, but I've realized that having a Chinese mother who randomly instructs you to ingest herbs is not the same as having someone who has actually studied Chinese medicine prescribe you herbs. And I can't explain the acupuncture, except to say that it works.
In case you're wondering, and you're probably not, if there's an earthquake you're allowed to pull all the needles out. And then run outside in your glamorous paper robe.