I show up, early as usual. This time the lights are on, the electricity is running, and there are only two people waiting. Two! That's it! Nice, I say to myself.
Knowing the routine, I head to the back corner of the reception room to get my hands on those electric drum like devices. I find out later that they are called "magnet machines." I don't know if that's an official moniker or what. But magnet machine it is.
While I'm magnetizing my palms, then, I overhear one of the assistants mention that the doctor won't be in today. What?! what about my acutorture session? What about the magical healing? This totally sucks. I ask across the room, no doctor? No, he says, but finish your magnet machine and then head for electromagnet on your knees and your exercise.
Sheep as I am, I shrug inwardly, do as I'm told. While I'm busy with my stuff, Manoj calls the doctor. He must have given him instructions, for when I head over for the next step, I am treated to a acupressure massage with an electric device, on the small of my neck and proximal vertebrae. This feels nice, so I can't complain.
Then Lochan applies those laser-thingamajiggies to three points on my legs. The white, electric razor like devices glow red, vibrate somewhat, and apparently have a laser effect somewhere in them.
This is all tranquil and peaceful. I am relaxed because there's going to be no acupuncture and its surprisingly painful prick-pains. But, I wonder, what about my healing?
Patience and trust, that's what it's all about.
No comments:
Post a Comment