" if it hurt, it mean it work"

I discovered today why these people wanted me to pay up front for the 5 sessions...because if you hadn't handed over the hard cash already you could SO easily tell yourself to never go back. Thankyou.
My poor old body was all dead and nerved out, when I went last time and thought rather smuggly that ha ha stuff doesn't hurt me, stuff like needles anyway. I didn't realise that little Dr tough hands was going to batter some feeling back into my legs. I felt those buggers go in today.



I really felt them and not the teeny thin needley prick, the bloody hell that hit a BIG NERVE sensation.
" Oh" I said " actually that hurt a bit more than last time" ( don't you love how English and polite I am? )

He laughed ( sadist) and said " if it hurt, it mean it work"
And he had hardly started.

It was different today, more needles to the head. less to hands and arms ( handy for when I snuck my camera out, although let me say people, I hope you all appreciate it because when you have needles stuck in arm muscles and have to reach back and get a camera out it hurts, a big lot. Ow. )
Also the massage. Different. I asked myself,at the same time I was telling myself that there are children having chemotherapy and being brave for heaven's sake stop being such a bloody wuss, I asked myself how such a little chinese mans hands can cause such pain...I know he didn't have a corkscrew in his hands, why does it feel like he is screwing one right through my calf????
He did my neck and back today and now, now it's finished I fell so great I could climb a mountain, or even do some ironing later, but while it was happening I thought I was going to hear a snap noise to go with that breaking kind of agony. He knocked skin off...honestly...look



Revolting isn't it, the whole bed was covered in my back skin, he hit it off, it fell off and ran for safety because he was hurting it so much.

Also......blood



that's my blood right there.
I feel like it's going to work, I can move my head.....my neck has been so tense for so long I had forgotten how to move it well. Yeay.
The past 2 nights I have had twitching, it has woken me up but it has stopped when I moved, not hurt me for 4-5 hours. If it is that much better already, I am going to be a masochistic, chinese, beating little man lover before you can say pummel my twitching legs.
I wanted Lo with me to take funny pictures and help me see the funny side. It does have a funny side. Blogs are great aren't they? You will put yourself through all kinds of things just so you can tell the world about it.

Update...one hour later I am weeping like a stupid cry baby, do you think it is getting some more sad out ?

more update.....5 hours later, have stopped crying, keep sniggering , am imagining little chinese man going home and saying to teeny chinese wife " I love my job ( said in chinese accent of course) I beat the crap outta this woman today ...and she'd already PAID me, there wasn't a thing she could do, the best part? I get to do it again on tuesday.....ha there ain't no job like it"

Oh I forgot to say, the teeny interpreter lady came in mid pummel and they were chatting, all sounded so professional until I swear, I SWEAR I heard him say " Pilaf and tandoori" He did, he said it...he was ordering his dinner, an Indian takeaway!!!!