I went to my third acupuncture appointment today and left in better spirits than I have been in ages. This time, I got an opportunity to speak with my ex-supervisor who, I really like. (Not as my supervisor, but most definitely as a person.) She hadn’t heard about the accident. And honestly, when I tell the story, I like to watch the shocked/amused look on people’s faces right before they say something like, “How the hell do you get into things like this?” or “Only you.”
Dr. Dork and I spent some time gossiping while he poked at my back and laughed when I winced.
“Damn. You’re getting old!” He says to me as he finishes with the poking part.
“Yeah, its already JUNE! I’m gonna be 27 in six months!”
“Oh, that’s nothing.”
“Remember when I started here? Do you know that I was 20?!”
He cackles. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“OR when you’re having your life sucked away.”
“That’s a good way to look at it, stay positive. I’m too old for this shit.”
Then he covered me with mylar.
“You look like a hotdog at a Sun’s game.” (Giggle, giggle.) “Don’t move.”
And then he goes to the cafeteria for his late lunch of Oreos and Diet Coke.
It was a good visit. I can’t tell though if it is the dry humor that I appreciate so much that makes me feel so refreshed when I leave, or the actual acupuncture. But I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ve never been told that I look like a hotdog before.