I have nothing against my doctor, clinic, or insurance. However, I feel like I am taking my chase there whenever I have to complete my 3 month check up. It is efficient and successful and routine. One week I give up some blood and some urine. The next week I see the doctor. Before I go into the room, I am weighed, then in the room my blood pressure is taken. Finally, the doc comes in and reads and interprets my data. I only take two prescriptions. For months now, all my data is satisfactory.
And when I have a chance, I go to see the acupuncturist. For me, she is my real doctor. She is an MD, a nutritionist, and an acupuncturist. My latest visit has been amazing. You see, I am an addict. I love cigarettes and have been hiding this horrible habit out of shame. I decided to finish with it.
Under treatment, I can see that I am able to reclaim my life. She doesn't just do acupuncture for the cessation of smoking, but she offers helpful suggestions, herbs, and other detoxing treatments. I have tried to get away from this addiction and not been successful. I see that I really needed a coach, someone who actually is invested in this process, someone I felt a connection to and could trust.
She is a tiny woman from Colombia. Her English is impeccable. She exudes confidence and serenity in her very walk. She truly inspires me.
Mother was going through something. Somehow I couldn't stand being at home. So, I ran away.
I never heard of kids running away from home. I just jumped out the door and headed north. No thinking at all. No plan. No money. No clothes.
I ran, then walked till I tired. It was getting dark. The sky was turning pink. I finally realized that I had no where to go. I turned back.
When I got home, I got the beating of my life. Not like television where the adults were/are portrayed as excited, lovingly welcoming the child. My Dad bounced me off the four walls of my room.
This started my journey.
I never use a comb. I haven't used one since I was about 11!
As a family, we lived in a new two level home that my Dad was able to afford with his GI loan. Bedrooms were on the second floor while the recreation room, and laundry were in the basement, while the kitchen, dining area and living room were on the first level.
My bedroom was close to the bathroom and next to my parents' room. My sister's smaller room was the first up the stairs and on the other side of my parents' room.
My Dad was always first in the bathroom during the week. He had the challenge of walking to the train, then riding the train to work. One day, he came bursting into my room scaring me to death. He was screaming that he couldn't find his comb. I don't know what was the final result of this explosion, if he found his comb or not.
I do know that after that incident, I have never used a comb. That is not the complete effect. I still get excited and upset if someone accuses me of something I didn't do. Now, as then, I simply don't respond. I am learning not to even get riled inside. That is a great achievement!
His name was Chi. Chi in Chinese means the energy of life. My understanding of this was incomplete. Once, on a test, a question asked: what has Chi? I didn't get the answer. I thought Chi was restricted to humans and animals. A rock was dead. Modern physics reveals that even a rock has Chi.
Everything is alive. And we are part of it.
Writing and art are my passions!