26.4.10
My liver has its own bookmark folder
I'm ear-high in milk thistle tea and kale. Delicious.One of the things the websites say to do is "eat less" and I get the point but if I eat less, I might lose more weight. My mother, however, has commanded me not to lose more weight. I think I have to eat whole avocados at intervals throughout the day.
One day some time ago I went to an accupuncturist M_____'s mother's sister-in-law recommended. It was in one of those buildings in Chinatown that you can't see the enterance to, because there are competing grocery stands out front. Inside, beyond the doorman in the lobby, it is a maze of Chinese optometrists, Chinese tax attorneys, and yes, Chinese accupuncturists.
I waited a long time to see the doctor and then he stuck syringe-size needles into my delicate skin. The needles were attached to machines that slightly rotated them, presumably so I'd get the most benefit. The whole time I thought of World War II and mistreatment of prisoners.
I went back to have this "treatment" a few more times, but I brought headphones to make the torture more bearable. Every time I came to see the doctor, I waited between one and two hours. Those hours were spent in a room of people sitting very still in tall chairs with upright backs, staring at a huge TV screen which played voilent movies. After that, I almost welcomed the needles.
The third or fourth time, I asked the girls at the front desk, "what is the earliest I can make an appointment? I can't spend hours waiting."
-- "The first appointment is 11.30."
-- "Great, I'd like to make an appointment for 11.30. Will I see the doctor at 11.30?" (I just asked to make sure because I'm dealing with people who play violent movies at the accupuncturist's)
-- "The doctor comes at 1pm."
-- "So can I make an appointment at 1pm?"
-- "Yes but the people who have been waiting since 11.30 get to see the doctor first."
The last time I went to see the accupuncturist in the office building on Mott Street behind the two grocery stores, I arrived at around 12.30. I didn't see the accupuncturist until about 3.45. I missed lunch and a meeting, texted everyone I knew, swore in different languages, yelled at the staff, and finally called my mother. Even mothers know their limits sometimes. She didn't tell me not to lose any more weight.
posted by a girl @ 18:54
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