This weekend was busy… But first, let’s meet FRANK!

Yes! Jay bought me an iPod Nano. Right now, I am listening to my Long Island favorite, Billy Joel. Memories of college are floating back right now. Ah…. 7 years of hell fun!  Yesterday, I was pumping iron to a-ha! Seriously. I had that album on, VINYL! VINYL folks! It is funny how music is linked to my memories. I used to take my tapes of BJ for walks around campus. On drives out to Montauk… Man, I can’t believe I am writing this, but I miss Long Island…

On to Acupuncture. It was, interesting. The woman, Yoko, started with some touching, she said that I was "weak" because she could feel my pulse in my belly (which I have always noticed). Then we went over all of the things I wanted to work on and she said everything led back to kidneys. What the heck that means? I have no clue.

She did the front first. I could feel 2 needles from the front. One I could "feel" but it didn’t hurt. It is odd, imagine that your nerves are not reporting pain, but reporting that there is something sticking out of your body.. Yeah.. That was it.

She left me for 15-20 minutes, where I promptly feel asleep (…ooo! "Big Man on Mulberry Street " just came on! Do you remember when they used that on "Moonlighting"? Does anyone remember that show?).When she  came back, my ankle cracked just by her touching it. I was extremely relaxed. I turned over and she did my back.  One needle hurt like a son-of-a. She removed it and tried again. That one left a bruise. It felt like someone was putting fire on my back.

Finally, she got my back of my knee. Again, a kidney point, that one made me jump. Now, she had put about 20 needles in at this point and I only had 4 that bothered me. She repositioned that one and it was there, but not hurting.

I rested again while she left me. When she came back, she did a massage and worked my lower back.

While I felt wonderful, I wasn’t sure if it was just the time to be alone or the acupuncture. The next morning had my answer. Jay and I went out to shoot some pool on Saturday (bad idea because the billiard hall, which is just down the street from Fenway was having a "watch the Red Sox" party. After the game came on, it got very hard to concentrate on the pool. We both blew our last game of 9 ball). Usually, my back hurts after pool because I lean over so far to stabilize my shots.  Sunday morning, I went to work out the knot I have in my back, and it was almost GONE! Holy Carp! This was the smallest the knot has ever been since I first found it in middle school! It is slowly getting larger, but I have some quantitative measure of this working…

I have 3 more weekly sessions and then we will re-evaluate how things are going…