Tag Archives: Johns Hopkins
Eye of a needle (Day 7: Comedy)
I couldn’t control my laughter again, and this seemed to please the acupuncturist. “I wish all people reacted to this the way you do. I like the laughter.” “Everyone responds differently, huh?” “Some people start weeping. That’s uncomfortable.” “I can … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Day 6: Discomforts)
None of the needles hurt like the ones in the ear. There are four of them, ranging from the lobe to a point slightly more than halfway up. With each one, I can feel the sting of steel penetrating my … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Week 1 Review)
So far, I have not said much about eyesight improvements related to my acupuncture treatments. I worry that reporting changes might give false hope to both myself and to my readers. Any improvements are small, barely detectable things, as the … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Day 4: Re-enactment)
“Daddy,” asks Mia, “can we play Acupuncture?” “Yes,” I replies. “Lay down.” After she complies, I give her the spiel. “No caffeine, alcohol, or exercise tonight.” “What’s alcohol?” “If you find out, don’t drink any.” I begin to insert pretend … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Day 3: Bones)
“You have great bone structure,” my acupuncturist tells me. “I mean, really nice!” I have never thought of myself this way before, in the terms used to describe supermodels. Perhaps writing isn’t where I should look for my future. Maybe … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Day 2: Qi)
The needle went into the palm of my hand without much pain, although I could feel it hanging there. “It’s weird,” I told the acupuncturist. “Just having something jut out from the palm of your hand is an odd sensation. … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Day 1: Laughter)
This is part of a series on acupuncture treatments I’m receiving for my RP. For a greater explanation of this experimental research, read the intro. The sensation of an acupuncture needle entering your skin resembles a tiny pop, like a … Continue reading
Eye of a needle (Intro)
Acupuncture is a mystery. Historians are unsure when and how it originated. Certainly, it began in ancient China, but that’s all we know. I like to imagine the first acupuncturist trying to convince someone to try it. “Hey, listen… This … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 