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The strange things we do for our chi.
Feb. 18th, 2011 10:36 amI was thinking about that yesterday, as a tiny woman with a soothing voice hammered needles into my head.
"You stop eating so much cheese," she said. Tap tap tap, went the little hammer.
"Okay," I said. I didn't even ask why I was to stop eating so much cheese, or how she knew I probably eat too much cheese. "Milk and yogurt ok?"
"Yes. And no catch a chill until you back to better." After she finished hammering needles into my legs, wrists, and head, she wrapped me up in a blanket and put my coat over me. "NO CHILL." She wagged her finger. Then she turned on a heating lamp for good measure. I kept thinking, how strange I must look, rolled up like a burrito, full of pins, baking gently under a heat lamp.
"You stop eating so much cheese," she said. Tap tap tap, went the little hammer.
"Okay," I said. I didn't even ask why I was to stop eating so much cheese, or how she knew I probably eat too much cheese. "Milk and yogurt ok?"
"Yes. And no catch a chill until you back to better." After she finished hammering needles into my legs, wrists, and head, she wrapped me up in a blanket and put my coat over me. "NO CHILL." She wagged her finger. Then she turned on a heating lamp for good measure. I kept thinking, how strange I must look, rolled up like a burrito, full of pins, baking gently under a heat lamp.
