Unlike magic tricks, acupuncture is a magic that actually accomplishes something. Take Lorinda Holmes, for example. (This is not exactly her real name, though it is close. I respect the health care provider’s code of patient privacy.)
Lorinda’s sciatica requires periodic applications of acupuncture. Today when she came in, it was flaring up, causing sharp pain in her left hip.
When Lorinda exited the treatment room, she hugged me. “You are the best, Jane!”
“Thanks, Lorinda. I know I’m no Paulette.”
“She was fabulous, but Paulette had nothing on you. The pain is completely—” Lorinda made a flitting motion with her hand—“whoosh! Gone!”
“I don’t even have my license yet,” I found myself blurting out. “With the way things are now, I’m afraid I never will.”
“Pieces of paper don’t matter. Knowledge. Experience. Getting the job done that you said you’d do. That’s what matters.”
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.