Mr. Schell of Alethea acupuncture came over yesterday on his way out to a hike and treated me for this fever/cramps thing that was going on.
I was still running a steady fever, but I figure any fever below 102 or so is a good thing, because any temp. above 98.6 kills pathogens at an enormous rate, and anything under about 104 doesn't hurt your body. To be safe, I don't take fever reducers til around 102. Anyway, enough of my quackery.
Jon did acupuncture, I slept it off and sweated it out, and am feeling dandy today. I'm not 100% but I'm dam close. The trick now is to not overdo it and stress my body.
I'm going in today for one more visit and I expect I'll be ship shape after that.
Which means, soon I'll be in "The Palouse" with Mr. Stud Farmhand. Was worried I would have to cancel that trip when this first came down. A bit delayed, but not canceled.
ps: He also treated the cat, which is always a good thing for her old sore hips.
Enjoy your local bio-energetic health care professionals,
Bp
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It will be good to see you, BP. Marco (Lesko, not Polo) will also be here.
You guys can arm wrestle for the spare bedroom vs the sofa bed until my Mom leaves on Wednesday.
You and I both know who would win that contest... Mr. Swarthy Outdoors-for-a-living backup firefighter-guy would annihilate me.
I think they kicked Mark off the firefighting gig when he crossed into near-senior-citizenship LOL.
Regarding you rinitial post, I did not know that being a cat was curable. I guess acupuncture CAN work wonders.
"Regarding you rinitial post, I did not know that being a cat was curable. I guess acupuncture CAN work wonders."
You do know I'll have to report this transgression to The Wife.
(hiding)
Seeking
(Marco?)
(briefly poking head up)
Mark Lesko. Fishing friend. Loves Mexico, often emails in pidgin Spaninsh, refers to himself in those mails as Marco. Botanist for the USFS in Prineville. Used to be a backup fire fighter for forest fires, which required that he be very fit.
(back to hiding)
*shakes fist*
Damn those fit once-were volunteer firefighters making us all feel less than!
(lobs a cat into Stu's hiding place)
MrrrAAOWWWWWW...
Cat is flung back.
"This is my cat, Tiddles. He flies across the room and lands in a bucket of water."
"How does he do that?"
"I fling him."
(run away! run away!)
*fingers in ears*
LALLALALALALALALALAALALLALLALALAL LA!
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