A quid pro quo, so to speak – I help him out, and he’ll help me out.
The only problem is that I don’t need any help. Or at least not his kind.
I’m a published writer, so I promise to give him tips on how to find the right publisher for the book he’s writing on “the zen of wellness.” That’s my title for his book, I think his is more esoteric.
Whatever, I’m looking forward to sharing my experiences with this fascinating man. He’s slight, middle-aged, with brown-speckled-with-gray hair pulled into a small ponytail. His crystal light eyes seem to see way beyond my own eyes. He peers further inside.
Which perhaps is why I’m hesitant to let him practice his trade on me:
David is an acupuncturist.
I was acupuncted (my attempt at humor for a practice I don’t understand) once before. I attended a clinic in which a woman placed tiny needles all over my body, including in my ears and through my eyebrows. I relaxed on the blanketed floor and almost fell asleep until 45 minutes later, she pulled the needles out. Skeptically, I listened to her explain to me that I might want to lay low the rest of the day.
Instead, I raced home and washed windows, wrote a short story, walked the dog for an hour, and cooked a never-attempted-before dinner of pasta, spinach and jack cheese. Which tasted like a Julia Child creation.
I ran, not walked, the next day to the acupuncturist and exclaimed: “I had more energy yesterday afternoon and evening than I’ve had since I was 20.” I thought by saying this true statement, I was debunking her practice.
Instead, she smiled and said, “Wonderful. For some, acupuncture relaxes them into a near-stupor. For others, they experience miraculous bursts of energy.”
Oh. Well, to be honest, I could use an hour of acupuncture every day then, I thought rather ruefully.
That was three years ago.
And now I’m on David’s table with needles in my wrist and ankles, forehead and palms, and trying to relax. But I’m immersed with a sense of foreshadowing; somehow, I realize that I’ll not be the same after I leave his office.
I soon discover that acupuncture opens up more than our physical energy.
But that’s another story.
Thanks to Google Images.