My acupuncturist smokes.
I didn’t realize that until my session yesterday, because up until a week ago, I smoked myself. It’s totally weird. My friend Cathy K. is a vegetarian and she says it’s the same with leather jackets once you stop eating meat — all of a sudden, the smell is overpowering. She wrinkled up her nose when she said it, as if the smell of a leather jacket were the worst thing in the world. I, on the other hand, took deep cleansing inhales of my acupuncturist’s smokey smell, and felt comforted. I bet it slowed my pulse almost as much as the needles.
I hope this doesn’t bode ill for my new smokefree way of life.