One Hundred and Three Degrees of Stabbing
103
That's the magic number so far.
That's how far I can bend my leg at the knee. It's been a tough, tough effort to get that far. Weeks of physical therapy. Ouchie.
I hit a plateau about 10 days ago. Just couldn't bend it anymore.
One acupuncture appointment later... I get a 12 degree growth in my range of motion.
Prior to participating in acupuncture... I though it was a bunch of crap. Mind of matter sort of bull crap.
But it works.
For me it has aided with healing and recovery, helped with colds, even getting through the fun of opiate abandonment.
It works.
I'm sorta understanding the concepts behind it... but really... it doesn't matter. The person who stabs me with needles understands it and makes it work for me, so... that's good enough.
Acupuncture people don't find Pinhead from Hellraiser as awesome as I do though.
And if a Texan and a Frenchie had a baby... I would be mad that the plethora of birth control choices out there had failed society as a whole. Good god think of the horror. A swarthy, smelly thing with a big hat, boots, belt that was equal parts ignorance, arrogance, and dirt.
Bon jour, ever'body!