« Autopsy | Main | Yellowdog »
February 19, 2004
FUBARChi
Three nights ago I had a dream. Jake Weaver, my old friend and acupuncturist, John Aguilar, my new friend and acupuncturist, several faceless people and I were all sitting around a large elliptical conference table. Jake was obviously making the decisions and was vehemently arguing with John. “…Four-needle technique, damn it, that’s all you are allowed to use.”
“But Jacob, the four-needle technique is the most limited of all the TCM techniques and only minimally useful for anything.”
“Yes John, I know, but that is the only thing that’s acceptable and we’ll be sued if we use any of the other ones.”
John traversed through several shades of red and looked around the table, head leaned forward. He took a breath to say something and all that came out of his mouth was the beeping of my alarm clock.
The next day I went to see John for a treatment. After his usual progression through strange questions designed to troubleshoot the chi-flow like “What color is your urine” and “do you have any floaters in your eyes” he asked, “Any interesting dreams?” Up to that point I’d forgotten about the conference table dream. I described it to him, which caused a laugh because the four-needle technique is, apparently, very limited. I’m not sure if the question about the dreams is part of his diagnosis technique or simply a curiosity leftover from John’s days as a psychology student.
The next day while at work I received a phone call from my old friend Jake, whom I hadn’t heard from in years. He invited me over to his new place for a beer and we watched The Musketeer which we frequently interrupted the in the name of nostalgia. He also found my dream story amusing.
My chi-flow is still fubar and I still have no idea what the four-needle technique is.
Posted by james at February 19, 2004 09:18 PM