I am crispy. Yes I am.

I went for my treatment today. I got H to come with me, I wanted him to see what happens to me in the hands of such an innocent looking little man. He was enthralled but had to leave before the real fun began, he had such a close look at my tremoring needles..weird how I am as still as still can be and some needles shiver and some are still...pulsating energy we like to think! He watched the points where the needles go in turn red and swollen.....we know how to have fun my husband and I!
He was very pleased with himself and wanted me to be sure and tell everyone how he isn't afraid to come and watch that gory stuff.
Anywa, on arrival, I thought it time to raise a few questions during my before treatment consult with Dr speaks no English and Miss teeny weeny chinese translator. ( TWCT)
I explained just how miraculously improved life is already, he asked good questions and beamed with my replies (I didn't sweat once shopping yesterday) and then I asked
" Why is is so painful and why did I bruise so badly? "
Little conflab between the 2 in chinese, all sounds so official and important.
" Ah" says TWCT " Dr say, your case werry severe, he say all muscle so stiff, you werry crispy ( CRISPY???) even your blood wessle crispy, when Dr massage wessle break, it hurt, he need lot pressure to release muscle. Acupuncture make blood flow faster, clearer, more blood near surface, crispy wessel break. Dr know what he do, he make you well, it work .No?
He happy you get well so quick. It great."

So my crispy self is softening up and all will be well.

Todays treatment.
Long session wth needles, shorter massage which actually brought forth an "ooooooooooh dear life" or two.
The back was painful but I swear I could almost feel it working, he did something bizarre that felt like bouncing, he had fingers all in one spot and bounced his whole weight on it. Ouch.
He then did my legs and he did something that felt exactly as if he hooked his fingers behind those sort of cords/ tendons behind my knee, in the crook at the back...then, I tell no lie , he tried to play bluegrass with them, he twanged those buggers til I all but sang along. When it was over he said " today I gentle, next time, I use more pressure" Lawks.

It was disconcerting to feel the need to pass flatus ( I always knew my nursing degree would come in handy one day, pass flatus, how clever is that? I wrote fart before, not so impressive though, or lady like and I strive for ladylikeness at all times, being English and all) right as he was doing his mean old thing on the small of my back, I briefly thought about how difficult this was going to be, try gritting your bum cheeks to hold in wind when someone is beating the rythm out right about them...then it passed ( the need that is, not the gas) until...oh no...until he was squeezing my calf muscles, one handed, while the other hand was ON MY BUTTOCK! And his head, his head was right above my arse, I couldn't see, I just knew. I think the pain must have frightened the fart away, all was well, my dignity and his life were spared. This time.
HA ...had I let rip he might well have become crispy too. Seems only fair .