With Heather back in the States, she and I have taken up the tradition of talking on my lunch hour a couple of times a week. These conversations are gold. Maybe I'll record one to share with our reader one day. Because we're hilarious.
It was during one of these treasured conversations that my mind was effectively blown as I struggled to grasp what I was seeing on the lobby TV in my office building. "Yeah, uh huh, it was... um... er, what?" I trailed off mid-conversation as the connection between my mouth and brain was temporarily severed. In that moment, I was privileged to witness something oddly beautiful. A commercial for an animal acupuncturist. That's not a typo, trust me, I even spelled checked it. Animal acupuncturist.
I think I was disconnected from my body for about seven minutes. I kid you not, there was a segment starring a horse with needles sticking out of it's hide. I expected the next scene to show the equine relaxing on a massage table, wrapped in towels, with cucumbers on it's face. I cannot oversell the surrealism in that moment. Heather had to literally yell my name three separate times as she tried to telephonically smack me back to reality.
Animal acupuncture. I checked my phone to make sure the date wasn't April 1. There was no way that was a thing. I was so confused as an actual animal acupuncturist testified of the healing powers he possessed. The ability to rejuvenate a menagerie of vertebrates after a long, stressful day, or something. I still don't get it. I was in such disbelief I had Heather google the profession. She texted me the website: www.ivas.org, which is apparently the website for the International Veterinary Acupuncture Society, complete with a mission statement.
Animal acupuncture. I still don't believe it. It is not a thing. It can't be.
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