6-23-2002 - 09:10
Oh! What a Beautiful Morning I wake up this am (8:30) in a patch of sunshine with birds singing outside the window. I'm in Michaels' bed. He lives up on the 3rd floor and his bedroom is like living in a treehouse. I take a long cat-like stretch and realize that NOTHING HURTS. Wow I don't mention this a lot but I have a condition called arachnoditis. Briefly what that means is that the meningitis I had several years ago fried some of my neuro wiring. Result is that my body sends my brain pain signals when there is no real pain. Ain't that a bitch? No, it's not a bitch, it's a teaching experience. See, I am smiling and I am learning. I am a better therapist because of it Last night I am watching 'Iron Chef' Morimoto taking on the Ohta faction again. Battle: Cod Row which looks totally disgusting. I am squirming around, legs on fire and I can't get comfortable. Michael comes in from the backyard, I think he was tai-chiing out there and sees my distress. 'What's up, Tinman?' He asks. He looks at my feet and says 'Hmmmmm' He asks to look at my tongue and says 'Hmmmmm' He feels a spot behind my left ear and shakes his head. He takes me by the hand up to the 3rd floor and gives me a 2 hour sensual massage that is a strange, but wonderful combination of the clinical and the erotic. I turn to jello and I think I may have left my body a few times. I know I was begging for my mother to save me at one point. I wake up after 8 hours of hard sleep, painfree with birds singing And they say acupuncturists do it with little pricks.
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