Today, I had an acupuncture appointment. It was my last visit with the practitioner I’ve been seeing, but I’ll be going to another one who he knows personally and highly recommends. The new guy is closer to where I live and costs less, etc., etc. I won’t bore you with the details, but the whole thing was bittersweet, believe me. :-/
So … I fell asleep during my acupuncture treatment and had the most wonderful dream, but then I woke myself up with a start. I think I was actually snoring. Then, I tried to remember the dream, but I couldn’t. So I lay there listening to the soft music my (former) acupuncturist plays in the background while I was
lying around with needles stuck in me being treated.
Then, my acupuncturist came in, removed the needles and taped my f*cked up hand. I told him all about my trip to St. Louis and what I was going to be doing this coming weekend, including the great big SinC colloquium thingy and he seemed to think that was way cool. Awesome! I told him about how I joke on my blog about how I have one and a half hands. Ha ha! And he said, “Make that one and three-quarters!” And I’m like, “Really? Hmm … I suppose you’re right …” And he said, “I see improvement. Small, but significant!”
I know he’s right. It’s tiny, but I can feel the improvement. What can I say? Yippee!!!!
Afterward, I feel so relaxed. I give my acupuncturist a hug and
blubber like a baby shed a tear or two, since it’s my last appointment with him. Then, I stop at the receptionist’s desk and say, “See you later.” I don’t like to say goodbye, because it’s too final. And I tell her, “I won’t say goodbye, because you never know.” (Those exact words. Really!) Then, I find my husband (who’s wandered off) and we (eventually) go downstairs to the neurologist’s clinic in the hospital where I’ve been going to get my acupuncture treatments (twice weekly) (that eats up a whole lot of travel time, believe me) for yet another appointment with the neurologist (yes, ANOTHER appointment — my life is filled with them ).
And I fully expect the neurologist to inject
poison Botox into various places around my arm in order to relieve the non-stop dystonic clenching in my hand. However, he doesn’t. He examines me and says he sees improvement. He tests the strength of my fingers and notices I’m able to resist when he pulls on them much better than before. He wants to hold off on giving me further injections of poison Botox and see how things go with just the meds, acupuncture treatments and exercise regimen I’m currently on.
And I want to say, “Yippee!” Because I hate needles and I hate
poison toxins, but I’m also a teeny bit scared.
I’ve got a big weekend coming up. Will I be okay? Can I handle this with just meds, acupuncture and intestinal fortitude?
Well, duh! Of course I can!!!!
So … my husband and I came home. He made espresso (what a guy, huh? ) and I checked my email. And, among other things, I saw this message about the big SinC panel.
more final information will follow, but perhaps you can let the speakers know that they will have bar stools (with arms and backs) available instead of tables to speak from. That prevents them from hiding behind a table and allows more visibility for the cameras.
If they prefer to stand, that’s great too. as long as no one hides behind a big podium.
Yeah, now everyone can get a great view of my twisty hand and foot. Thank you. :-/
We can arrange a table to the side of a standing speaker for notes.
Of course if they insist on doing it the old way, we will accomodate that too- just going for the best outcome.
Holy sh*t! Notes??? That’s just for people making big speeches, right? Right???
Also we will be using lavaliere mics which our audio engineer will need to put on the speakers before each session begins.
So the mic rental you would have done through the hotel will be done through us instead.
final details to come later today.
Can’t wait …
So much for feeling relaxed, huh?