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my little hut and terrace |
The doctor shook her head from side to side and told me that my energy is quite well balanced and my immune system is strong. She then set about drawing up a programme to shift my 5% excess of one kind of energy back to where it belongs. Fine with me as long as that programme includes shirodhara. More about shirodhara later. Beena and Bindhu would be in charge from now on.
In the afternoon someone knocked at my door with "medicines, Madam" and handed me a bag of herbal drugs to be taken before and after food. The package includes a bottle of bitter brown sludge of which 3 tablespoons 3 times daily. I have taken this stuff before. Not this time. It is vile. I will not take it. I only have to decide whether to leave it unconsumed as a symbol of defiance, or tip a little down the sink each day to feign compliance.
The first "treatment" was a thumping from Beena and a subtle re-arrangement of my skeleton. Next day, Beena and Bindhu ganged up on me and thumped me again. When I screamed, Beena would ask "Is pain?" I soon learn that answering yes to "is pain?" only encourages them to inflict more pain. You have to suffer the pain to earn the shirodhara. And so, I got my shirodhara. Warm oil is poured rhythmically on the forehead for about 45 minutes. Very relaxing. By now it was 8.30pm. The restaurant closes at 9, and so I had to go for dinner in the kimono and ninja head gear. I had arrived.
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some ninjas snapped unawares |
And this would be your holiday....??? I though I was the biggest masochist going when it came to "holidays"! Hope the detox is going apace, and you're settling into it all. Keep the stories coming!
ReplyDeleteCertainly sounds different - good for you, do hope its doing some good!
ReplyDeletePlease don't stop suffering one way or other!And use the 5% writing further...:)
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