I’m living 11 miles east of LA now, in
an area teeming with acupuncture clinics.
I’ve suffered for several months from
an ulnar nerve problem which cramps
my whistle playing. So I went to the
clinic down the block. Mr. Chin, a sweet-
faced master of acupuncture, assured me
that the procedure would be painless.
I lay face down on the table.
‘Aieee!’ I cried out as Mr. Chin tapped
in the first needle. ‘I thought you
said this would be painless!’
‘You are not in pain.’
‘I’m not?’
‘It is merely a feeling of electricity
as the Chi, or Life Force, begins to
flow more freely. The Superior Man
quickly discerns the difference.’
‘Hey, it’s just become obvious to me that I’m
feeling electricity, not pain! HOOOOO!
Quite a lot of electricity that time,
Mr. Chin. OOOWEEE! Yes, indeed…’
‘These twenty-five needles which I have
inserted will quickly cure your constipation.
Please don’t travel far from home in
the next hours.’
‘Constipation? I wanted you to cure my
bad elbows, so I can play the whistle…’
‘That will require multiple needles
inserted in your puppick, or belly button,
as you say in English, where the fibers
of the Life Force are most thickly entwined.’
‘Puppick? Why are you speaking Yiddish? You’re supposed to be a Chinese acupuncture master and herbologist…’
‘We are among the ten lost tribes.’
‘Mr. Chin, I’m afraid acupuncture isn’t
for me.’
‘You should try chicken soup. Would you
like some?’
‘Er…is there a bathroom close by, Mr.
Chin?’
‘So sorry. It is out of order.’
So far there has been no improvement
in my elbows. Mr. Chin says it will
take three more visits before I’m well.
I’ll report on the results
if I can work up the courage to go back.
Has anyone else tried this–for anything?