Simone finally made it back to the physiotherapist's office. After spending an hour there, relating her symptoms to the therapist, Simone was asked to don a hospital gown.
"It's cold!" Complained Simone.
The therapist rolled her eyes. Simone's complaint, while legit, was not a new one.
"I'll tell you what," conceded the therapist. "It's 74 degrees. I'll turn the thermostat up to 76."
Simone sighed. It wasn't much of a concession, especially given that the therapist's hands tended to be on the chilly side. Still, she followed orders and removed everything save bra, underwear and socks prior to sliding on the gown.
The therapist proceeded to make some measurements.
"Isn't there some hot water in this place so you can warm your hands?" Griped Simone.
The therapist chuckled. "I'll be done soon."
Simone should have been wary of the therapist's good humour but she failed to realize where the session was going until the therapist took out a box filled with what looked like a series of very tiny bandages. The therapist swabbed Simone's shins and the inside of her wrists. Then she applied the bandages. The darn thing were in fact miniature, semi-permanent acupuncture needles.
"Ouch!" Complained Simone. They all hurt, for crying out loud! All four of the needles hurt!
"I forgot you didn't like needles," smiled the therapist. She smiled in such a way that Simone was certain that the therapist had not forgotten anything at all. "This will help you with the nausea and dizziness though."
Semi-permanent needles, bah! They hurt! Wait a minute... Simone felt a twinge... What was it? Could it be the beginning of an appetite resurfacing? My goodness! It is!
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