GAWD, what kind of Google searches will find me with that title!
But seriously, you know the woman who stands in line (or on line for the non-American readers. Welcome, by the way!) at the deli counter for like 20 minutes and still can’t decide what she wants when it’s her turn? Or the friend who keeps changing her order because she can’t make a final decision? The salmon. No, the skirt steak. Hmmmmm…maybe a salad?
ARRRGGG!
It would appear that I am one of those annoyingly indecisive types, and it’s already probably super irritating that I keep whining about this psychic healer and that holistic doctor.
But really, this is all just a prelude to reporting today’s news which is that I went to…wait for it…ANOTHER acupuncturist today! I know! Twice in one week!
FREAK.
But, I just wasn’t comfortable with Dr. Pain. He was all wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, if you know what I mean. The appointment was anxiety-producing, and part of my new plan is to relaaaaxxxx, man. So Dr. P. was not helping.
So I tried this woman who really really like totally specializes in fertility issues (please note the absence of the dreaded I word. That word is banned from now on — trying to stay positive people!) and apparently has some cool story about trekking in Nepal and seeing some kind of medicine woman and being told that one of her life missions is to ‘help women get pregnant.’ Since I LOVE crap like that, I made her promise to tell me the actual story next time. So, it feels much better to go to her. And I won’t get my herbs until next week, so I have a bit of a reprieve. Which is awesome.
Incidentally, I have my own Nepal stories which do NOT revolve around seeing a medicine woman and being told my life’s purpose. No. My stories? They all revolve around one or more of the following:
Getting horribly sick at 10,000 ft., spending three days and nights in a tent in the fricking freezing cold, vomit, diarrhea (which I had to look up, by the way, because I couldn’t spell it!), fevers, suppositories, more vomit, still more diarrhea, hallucinating and then eventually getting better, trekking a frajillion miles all over hell and back and, finally, going to the lake region and picking up a cute Canadian boy with the line: Didn’t I see you in Kathmandu??
Those were the days.
Minus the vomiting and diarrhea (which? I can now totally spell!) and the freezing cold.
And the suppositories.
That’s funny – I had convinced myself it was spelt “diahorrea”. Apparently I was wrong. Maybe it was just the use of the word “horror” that I latched onto. The new acupuncturist sounds good.
I hope you like the new acupuncturist better. I’ve never tried accupuncture, but I know people who swears by it!
I’m so glad you found an acupuncturist who might actually remember to take all the needles out when she’s done. Plus, she sounds a lot more in-line with your philosophy on fertility so that’s a huge plus. Good luck!
Not exactly a zen expereience in Nepal, eh? But what a great story! Love the pickup line.
Remembering to take the needles out after a session is a good quality in an accupuncturist. I hope this one is a keeper.
Your experience with Dr. Pain was eerily similar to your previous Asian healer guy experience. What is it with you and strange asian men? 😉 I hope this new acu works out for you!
Re: Nico’s comment…I KNOW! What with my paranoia about getting sold into white slavery you’d think I’d be more careful about these things. At least carry a whistle or something! But then what would I talk about? Or blog about? 🙂
I have good feelings about the new one, but Lord knows how that’ll turn out!
I hope this new acu works out for you. She sounds much more promising than Dr. Pain. I think it is good to be seeing someone who specializes in the “f-word” issues. Keep us posted!