Yes, this has become a running commentary on encounters with the acupuncturist. Today the doctor told me he was going to try something new to try to force out a persisent chest cold which has manifested itself in an unpleasant phlegm-spewing cough for over a week now.
For the first time, I was to sit upright rather than lie down. (He sorta came up with this idea on the fly. He's that crafty.) Then he inserted the needles into all sorts of nervy spots on my hands and legs and told me to sit there and breathe and meditate "like a monk" and to ring the bell if there's any problem.
So I sat there and started to breath. I began to feel somewhat light-headed. I thought, I wonder if I should ring the bell. Then I started to feel even more light-headed. Then I thought, that's funny, my face seems to be on the ground. Think I'll just stay here for a bit.
Yeah, I fainted. I finally got up and rang the bell and informed on myself.
The doctor wasn't too pleased, saying I should have rung the bell as soon as I felt light-headed because one of the needles could have gone way into me and pierced my lung. But everything's fine, and he said in the end it was probably a sign that we were doing something right.
I'm moving into a new apartment, which is a major life improvement. I'll have some British roommates. And TV and internet and stuff. And a sofa. All the mod cons in other words.
Problem is I haven't found anybody to take my current apartment and I'm leaving on Sunday which means I might be stuck paying two rents. That is not good, really not good. But I'm happy, happy about getting the new place.
Next thing I have to do is buy a car, but I can't seem to find my U.S. driver's license, which I need to do so.
I'll be in Prague on Sunday if anybody wants to find me.