Debris still blocking the road from Hurricane Iselle neak Pohoiki.
I mentioned several posts ago that several years ago my right hip was starting to bother me, especially after massive catering jobs.I surmise that carrying those million or so catering tables for decades eventually pulled my right hip out of alignment. I saw someone in Charlottesville and words like "titanium implants" were bantered about. I was gonna be goddamned if someone was going to cut into those muscles in some kind of exploratory surgery to have a look around. Someone suggested yoga and after a year or so of practice, happily, it was 95% resolved.
Things were fine until the kitchen here was moved to an outdoor building and quite a bit of extra walking and schlepping was added to a life that already included lots of daily walking anyway. I had seen acupuncture in various Asian countries that I bummed around in in my twenties and was always curious about it. Bone up on acupuncture here: Acupuncture
I knew that it promised to treat a whole host of problems and now wished I had tried it earlier for things like high blood pressure. On the mainland anyway, the acupuncture offices were inevitably in slightly shabby strip malls, wedged between dirty Chinese restaurants selling greasy General Tao's chicken and the Happy Ending Vietnamese Massage Parlor. How legit could they be?
Then I moved to a place that had its own Acupuncture clinic, whose director I counted as a colleague. If not here then where?