Shivering with cold the patient reposed on the lightly padded table
Trying not to move for acupuncture needles were all over now-
in her arms, her feet, and her tummy
Ouch! She said as they were pushed in.
OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!
It was shocking as acupuncture was not supposed to hurt.
Actually, it was excruciating and it made her mad.
Was it worth it to use pain to defuse pain?
Not really! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Maybe I should have used smaller needles the acupuncturist said.
Two more treatments and it may work miracles, she informed the patient.
Two more treatments. She is kidding right? The irritated patient thought.
If I put one needle in your forehead it might relax you, she told the patient.
The human pincushion gave her A LOOK that stopped her in her tracks.
Or not, she said, fleeing the room.
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