She brings out her needles and I patiently wait for some sort of numbing agent to be applied. I received none. In fact, all I received was a needle. IN MY PINKY. Not on the bottom of my pinky mind you, where there is at least some manner of pain-threshold. No, she put the needle on top of my pinky, right below where the nail part (I have no idea what that's called) starts. MOTHER$@%# THAT HURT. But that was just the beginning. I counted at least 13 needles that went into my fingers and upper arms. She would put in the needle, and just for good measure twist it to make sure it was in there nice and tight. Besides the pinky, my other two favorites would have to be the one on top of my right thumb and the one directly in the palm of my left hand. What was really awesome was that after she was done she actually asked me if my neck felt any better. And was totally serious. I know that my Qi was supposed to be flowing, or releasing, or whateverthehell it's supposed to be doing when the skin in a completely unrelated area of my body is penetrated, but I guess I just wasn't having a good Qi day, because my neck felt quite the same as it did pre-needles-and-intense-pain.
Deciding that her first approach wasn't going to fix my neck, she went to plan B and asked me to take off my shirt and lay down face-first on the bed. At this point I was