Miracles do happen. My leg got fixed. i dun believe it either.

After i got out of camp, I hobbled my way to the chinese physician/ 推拿 at amk. I waited for a long 1 and 1/2 hr. time passes exceptionally slow when one is in pain. I just stared stupidly at a couple who was also waiting for their turn to be fixed, occasionally reading the racy chinese papers and their articles abt china hookers.

I always have the feeling that i am visiting a brothel when i am at a clinic. Cos everyone appears so smug after they get out of the closed room. Patients look like they have gotten themselves a good fuck, feeling all so satisfied and contented.
My turn came.
the old man asked me to lie down on the 'operating bed'. just a random thought- why do the beds for massage have holes for our heads above our neck but none for the one below? He went on to knead my aching muscles like dough. It was shiokness. After pressing and probing my flesh, he told me to ren(endure) a little. Clack, clack. He twisted? my veins. into place
He did it with the ease of a five yr old kid fixing a detached limb of a ninja turtle figurine back into the joint. I stared at him with mild disbelief and uttered something like..uncle, 好舒服.. well he..must have thought i was gay.

Moments later, i exited , looking as if i just got out from red light district. The smug look all written on my face.