They Say What They Say

Today I gave up on mainstream medicine and went to see my friend who is a acupuncturist, massage therapist and Chinese herbalist instead.

She laid me out and spent a couple of hours pummeling and sticking needles in me and I feel sooo much better. She reckons that I might have caught a chill at some stage and it made the muscles in my back seize up. They'd been feeling somewhat stiff anyway, and this just tipped them over the edge. My back and shoulders now look like they've been beaten with a birch broom from where she spooned me (don't ask!) but I can once again move my right arm without too much trouble, and sneezing is not the exercise in pure pain that it was this morning. That I saved for when I got my legs waxed this evening.

I'm now sitting here with a strategically placed hot water bottle, and have a shiny new jar of tiger balm on my table, and I tell you, some people may scoff at the power of things like acupuncture and massage, but I am a definite convert. There's something very personal about getting a hands-on treatment from someone like J than the brusque, impersonal dealings I had with mainstream medicine yesterday.

Many thanks you to everyone on my flist who sent their good thoughts and well-wishes. You've no idea how much your support means to me, and just goes to prove that the people you meet in fandom are often the bestest people of all!

Now I'm going to make a heart-shaped cake with my new heart-shaped cake tin for the party I'm going to tomorrow (the one where I'm dressing up as Carrie Bradshaw) put my groceries away and watch Josh Lyman drool over Glen Close's shoes.

Today I gave up on mainstream medicine and went to see my friend who is a acupuncturist, massage therapist and Chinese herbalist instead.

She laid me out and spent a couple of hours pummeling and sticking needles in me and I feel sooo much better. She reckons that I might have caught a chill at some stage and it made the muscles in my back seize up. They'd been feeling somewhat stiff anyway, and this just tipped them over the edge. My back and shoulders now look like they've been beaten with a birch broom from where she spooned me (don't ask!) but I can once again move my right arm without too much trouble, and sneezing is not the exercise in pure pain that it was this morning. That I saved for when I got my legs waxed this evening.

I'm now sitting here with a strategically placed hot water bottle, and have a shiny new jar of tiger balm on my table, and I tell you, some people may scoff at the power of things like acupuncture and massage, but I am a definite convert. There's something very personal about getting a hands-on treatment from someone like J than the brusque, impersonal dealings I had with mainstream medicine yesterday.

Many thanks you to everyone on my flist who sent their good thoughts and well-wishes. You've no idea how much your support means to me, and just goes to prove that the people you meet in fandom are often the bestest people of all!

Now I'm going to make a heart-shaped cake with my new heart-shaped cake tin for the party I'm going to tomorrow (the one where I'm dressing up as Carrie Bradshaw) put my groceries away and watch Josh Lyman drool over Glen Close's shoes.