Driving. Ouch. Head hurts. We there yet? Somebody kill me! Nice car… don't quite agree with the colour though. And the guy inside not quite to my taste. Eow! Stop running into ditches, got a sick person here, hello! "Hmm… Could you please drive more carefully, those ditches really hurt my head." Yeah, I bet you're sorry, probably doing it on purpose. Why do I get these migraines, anyway? So many people living in the world who deserve them way more than I do! If some serial killer were too busy in bed with a migraine, he wouldn't be out killing people, would he? I will be killing people myself in just a second; can't stand this pain. And what's that idiot doing with his radio up full blast? Doesn't he realise he has bad taste in music? And check out those sideburns, yuck! Must be going deaf at that volume. I'm gonna go deaf in a second if he doesn't turn it down. Music hurts.
Finally! I was beginning to think we'd never get here. Running late! What does she mean running late? I've got an emergency here! "Yes, not a problem, I'll wait. Got a book to read and everything!" I'm so polite! No wonder people like me! Here I am with a terrible migraine, kindly and patiently waiting for her to finish up whatever she's doing… Suffering in silence while she serves someone else, who no longer feels any pain anyway, after all those lovely needles!
"Yes, a few in my head please, especially the one in my third eye, like you did last time. That really helped." Breathe in… gulp… and out. It's a bit scary while she sticks them in. But this is only my second time, so I guess I'll get used to it. I'm surprised it doesn't hurt at all. I've pricked myself with a needle before, and it was nowhere near this pleasant. Aah… only in my head a few seconds and already instant relief. Breathe in… and out. Some in my temples. I wonder what will happen if she misses the point and hits a nerve? Would be quite amusing - on someone else! Breathe in… out. In my hands now, between the thumb and the index finger. Ooh, that feels interesting. I wonder what my sister was so insistent on telling me this morning? My head hurt too much to understand a word she said. I think she was talking about shoes. Or beef. I think it was beef. No, I believe she mentioned a spider… Note to self: ask! In… out. Maybe she wanted me to buy her something on my way back. I'll go into a shop and see if anything brings back the memory. In… out. Oops, that one hurt a bit! The ear is always sensitive? Ok.
We talk about auras and reincarnation, interspersed with "Breathe in… out" and "This one was scary!" Another patient arrives. She is let in and told to undress in the other partition. I don't remember undressing! So how did I get into this robe? It's a friend of the family! "Hello! How often do you come here? [Breathe in… out] We're here on the same days!" Funny, she never seemed like the needle-loving type… "So where do you get the needles?" - "I'm pretty scared of them, so I only get a couple in the calves." Calves! That would be the last place I'd want them! They're one of my most sensitive spots!
So, I'm finally looking like a hedgehog, got some flower essence drops where the needles enter the skin, and the timer is set. Now all I have to do is relax for 12 minutes. I was quite relaxed before, but now that I have to do it, I can't. Maybe if I stop having a conversation and concentrate on my breathing… Breathe out and feel "roots" connecting me to the earth… Breathe in through the roots the energy from the earth. Slowly. Breathe out and feel my "roots" sink deeper into the earth… Breathe in the energy from the earth. Doing pretty well I think. I like that music. Very relaxing. Did she just put it on, or has it been playing for a while? Roots into the earth, energy from the earth. Feel my aura swirling around me, slowing down… I should learn to sing. Apparently opera singers have the best lungs. Down into the earth, in from the earth. Out… in… Out… and in… Out… in… out… in… out… in…
Has it been 12 minutes already? I think something must be wrong with the timer. I feel pretty damn good. It's a shame I can't meditate with a migraine, kind of defeats the purpose of self-healing. Needles out, massage, lymphatic drainage, a couple of "bone-wrenchings" (the lady's also a chiropractor) and I'm as good as new. On the way home I wonder how those needles do what painkillers fail to do, so quickly and pleasurably. I never would have guessed.