For all my new readers, I guess I need to explain Lida. L.I.D.A. is an acronym for little dead arm. My nurses told me I couldn’t call it my dead arm because it wasn’t dead. Apparently nurses don’t like the word dead. Immediately after my stroke I named everything. Even my aneurysm had a name: Winston.
Anyway back to the subject at hand, I had acupuncture the other day. And a process called cupping. Cupping involves glass cups which have been rendered airless by a hot flame. This creates a vacuum. The cups are placed on strategic spots on a patient’s back.
The suction created by the vacuum within the cups supposedly removes toxins, increases circulation and opened up the body’s meridians. The only thing I know the cups did for me was create a number of perfectly round hickeys all over my back.
My sister photographed the process, I looked like an alien life form with six or eight boobs sprouting from my back.
She also photographed the acupuncture needles bristling from Lida and my left foot. I am thankful I was face down on a massage table for most of this process and could not see what was going on.
After almost 3 years of therapy Lida’s hand shows little improvement. She fluctuates between complete numbness and the sensation of being on fire. She closes but will not open. I have determined it would be extremely handy if she functioned again. Ha!
I am open to just about any treatment. I might draw the line at voodoo chicken sacrifice but I am game for just about anything else. If 15 or 20 needle pricks don’t do the trick, maybe a tattoo is in order. Might just get Lida all dressed up and watch her come to life! 🙂