Medicina china

the other night talomé took me to his doctor, a paunchy young chinese man with a practice not far from the maquila. we parked right in front of the gate to a residential street that is next to franklin’s building. the outside is blue, with a tigo (cell phone carrier) advertisement and inside the ceilings are high and the walls mostly bare. besides the medical practice franklin offers acupuncture and tai chi classes.

doctor franklin saw talomé first and gave him a whole collection of bottled something or other that kind of stinks. then i went, even though i don’t really have any problem other than that i’m too skinny. so i told him that my hands and feet are always cold (because it has been freezing this whole week and i left all my good winter clothes in alaska), that i eat a lot and don’t gain weight and that i have poor circulation.

according to doctor franklin i don’t have enough chi in my blood (that’s the jist of it anyways, the diagnosis was accompanied by a lovely, illustrated story about healing wounded warriors before the use of blood transfusions) so i got seven little white balls.