Musings from the acupuncture table...

I love my Chinese doctor. She is a kind woman, very gentle. Cared enough about what I was going through to call me after the miscarriage to see how I was doing. I could hear sorrow in her voice as she spoke, telling me that I should take it easy, try to relax and let my body and mind heal as much as possible.

Today was my first appointment back to see her since the loss.  My asthma had returned with a vengeance and she said she could feel it. She knew I'd been cheating and eating lots of ice cream and spicy foods. Woops. Can't fool the doctor.

My treatment was more intense than in the past. Longer session, different needle points. I fell into a deep, heavy sleep-like trance within minutes. An hour and a half passed and felt like seconds.  During this trance, things popped into my head. (bulletted for your comfort)

• My acupuncturist speaks to me with more concern than my REs ever did.
• If I used yogurt instead of sour cream, enchiladas would be healthier.
• Tangerine roses and tiger lilies would look splendid in front of our vitamin-piss yellow house.
• I wish that I could save the world, like I was SuperGirl.
• If I had a uterus transplant from a cat (big cat), maybe I could have a litter.
• I think cinnamon highlights would be a nice complement to my cappuccino-brown hair.
• I should get weekly pedicures.
• I wish I hadn't opened that website that had real-time uterine surgeries.
• If Claude Monet was alive today, would he be that crazy dude at the beach with an airbrush t-shirt shop?
• The master bathroom should be painted terra cotta and slate grey.
• The winning lottery numbers will be 01 10 13 23 28 & power ball 13.
• Why did someone get my blog when they searched for "Marching Tacos"?
• Marching tacos, marching tacos, marching tacos.
• David Koresh liked tacos. Did his march? Is that why Janet Reno wanted him dead?
• Hostess HoHos taste better than Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls.
• My personality disorder quiz said I have high levels of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Neat.
• I should read "I, Robot" again, because I don't remember that motorcycle stunt in Asimov's work.
• The Geek Shall Inherit the Earth.

 
Next thing I knew, I was startled awake. I had drifted into some kind of alternate state of dreams. Very cool.  I felt cleansed. I felt revived. I had an almost Zen-like sense of my present and future. She had given me some kind of Eastern needle job where the right channel was jabbed, and made everything pure.

Then Brad and I went and had really greasy chili-cheese slawburgers at Ann's Snack Bar.  Belly Zen to complete my Brain Zen.