She stuck in her thumb and pulled out another trip to Florida and said, “Oh what a good girl am I!”
I’m taking OuchyKim to the Upledger Institute in West Palm Beach. They’re going to do some energy work on her. Stuff like acupuncture and reflexology and laying on of hands. Cranio-sacral therapy. It sounds like it might work.
I read about cranio-sacral therapy.
Some people think it’s ab fab. Some people think it’s nonsense.
I’m not sure what I think, but I am sure that it doesn’t matter. Doctors have had a year and a half to make her all better. She isn’t. Although I’m sure there’s a logical error here that I am blithely ignoring, maybe I should remind myself of these things: I still believe that Western medicine works. But, sometimes it doesn’t. Since that is true, the fact that cranio-sacral therapy doesn’t always work doesn’t prove that it is completely without merit.
Yet in the end, it’s impossible to prove that something doesn’t exist or that something never works. Witness the Loch Ness Monster and yogic flying. Perhaps that’s my logical fallacy. Perhaps it isn’t for me to know. Perhaps it isn’t important. Perhaps OuchyKim is right:
“Who cares! We’re going to Florida, Fred!”
She calls me Fred.
I talked to her today and mentioned that I was a bit dubious about the whole thing. Maybe it’s good I asked because she explained to me why it would work. Doesn’t that increase the chances of things working? In Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory Charlie asks if Grandpa Joe thinks that he’ll find a golden ticket. Grandpa Joe says, “Of course you will! Because you want it more.”
Sure! It works that way!
I just don’t really want to win the lottery. Although maybe I just don’t want it enough more that my more is more than someone else’s more. Moreover, I don’t play the lottery. Maybe I should.
At any rate, I leave on Friday and fly out on Saturday. Me and OuchyKim. We’re going to get the royal treatment. The beeping carts, first on the plane, people getting out of our way. Rockin’.
I believe I told CoolCat about OuchyKim’s predicament and how she ended up in said predicament. I was thinking about lots of things and so kind of neglected the narrative stylings that are so uniquely Dotty. It ended up being a bunch of very sad facts lying jumbled on the table.
If I remember correctly he said, “That’s a terrible story.”
That day I didn’t feel like arguing with the truth. Or maybe I did. Revisionist history in my brain. Poor CoolCat. Very soon I will recall, with much emotion, the day he told me about his heroic rescue of a small pig that had swallowed the crown jewels. I do believe they marinated the pork loin as a reward.
He said it was very tender.
I think. Perhaps it doesn’t matter Perhaps OuchyKim is right:
“We’re going to Florida, Fred!”
Posted by dotty at October 11, 2004 10:23 PM