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...thought. Not long ago I went for an appointment, this time from an acupuncturist I didn't know. Worse, I'm mortified to say, whose name I got from a stranger. But everything seemed fine: the waiting room was filled with reasonably normal-looking patients and the treatment rooms, while unadorned, were generally clean. Then came the first needle. Bam! It shot into my abdomen, immediately followed by a sharp pain in my side. "Oh, that hurt you because you have problems there," said the acupuncturist. She explained that she performed a special, deep acupuncture, in which needles are inserted...
...Check the situation out. Though a license can't assure complete safety, be certain your acupuncturist has one. Watch to make sure that he or she uses only sterile, disposable needles. Whatever you do, don't make my mistake, and choose an acupuncturist solely on the recommendation of a stranger. Listen to a friend who has been successfully treated over several sessions or get a referral from a doctor. And, if you feel something isn't right, ask the acupuncturist to remove the needles or - yes - you can always remove them yourself. If things still seem strange, get dressed...
...Naipaul wrote with piercing insight and even tenderness about ignored areas of experience (lower-middle-class Trinidadian life, for instance, in A House for Mr. Biswas, 1961). What was more, when he decided to leave Trinidad, separation gave him a great theme: the condition of being an expatriate, a stranger to places, a wanderer, an outsider, undeluded by local loyalties, always looking...
...upstate New York. At the age of six, Paula’s parents resurfaced, sending for her from Hollywood, where her father, Paul Fox, was a small-time screenwriter and big-time partier. After only a few days, Paula was again uprooted and sent to live with a near stranger, Mrs. Cummings, after her mother, Elsie, issued an ultimatum: “Either she goes...
...said. “In high school I was always ‘the swimmer,’ and I kind of lost my identity. I didn’t know anyone, and the one thing I did know, swimming, wasn’t there anymore. I was a stranger in a strange land...