Chinese Doctor
A friend took me to see a Chinese doctor yesterday morning. I was at my wit's end with the sick.
I must say what a gift that was. Seriously. Linda read my meridians and my pulse - in Chinese meds there are three points in the wrist, I believe, and the doctor reads your health by applying varying pressure to their fingers - as if they were playing a trumpet. She got it all right it seems.
Then she hooked me up with some serious acupuncture - top of the head to my shins - followed by some cupping on my back. It was my right side that took a beating, front and back, suggesting a consistent read on Linda's part as she discussed what each of the painful moments meant.
They meant that I was sick. And that my lungs were full of unwelcome crits.
By day's end - I was in bed by 8 - I was feeling 50 % better and enjoyed a 60% better sleep.
The herbal tea I have to drink?
It's not nice.
I must say what a gift that was. Seriously. Linda read my meridians and my pulse - in Chinese meds there are three points in the wrist, I believe, and the doctor reads your health by applying varying pressure to their fingers - as if they were playing a trumpet. She got it all right it seems.
Then she hooked me up with some serious acupuncture - top of the head to my shins - followed by some cupping on my back. It was my right side that took a beating, front and back, suggesting a consistent read on Linda's part as she discussed what each of the painful moments meant.
They meant that I was sick. And that my lungs were full of unwelcome crits.
By day's end - I was in bed by 8 - I was feeling 50 % better and enjoyed a 60% better sleep.
The herbal tea I have to drink?
It's not nice.
posted by Christopher Bolton at 9:50 AM
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