A few months back, I had a hideous cold. HORRIFIC, really. Full blown head explosion.
So I had an appointment with my acupuncturist that first snotty day, and she performed "cupping" on me. If you don't know what it is, I won't go into detail. Suffice to say, it involves suction and fire and at the end, you are bruised and look like you've been beaten within an inch of your life.
Apparently, the cupping was meant to suck out all the evil and speed up my cold so that it would move through more quickly. And apparently, it worked, since the cold was COMPLETELY gone in 2 days.
However, I don't think I can give credit to the cupping for the fact that I managed to make it through a date that night.
Nope, I hate to admit it, but I have to give that credit to a certain unnamed evil cold medication.
Yes, I know, I know, it's bad. I shoulda stayed home and drank more fluids. I shoulda let the cold run its course instead of having a cocktail and late night makeout session with a guy 9 years younger than me. But it was a hot date. I couldn't help myself.
Besides, Jen told me to, so really, it's her fault.
-Heather... off to celebrate the fact that I have had one 3-day cold in the past 3 years...
Posted by: Lexy | January 23, 2007 at 06:24 AM