Memoirs of a Marijuana Mom

adventures in accupuncturing

//chapter two: adventures in accupuncturing.//

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We soon ditched alcohol, the drink making my mother too tipsy and have hangovers and because it was really tough explaining this to my family. My mother heard from others that acupuncture could help with pain, mostly physical but sometimes it could help with anxiety. "C'mon Luna!" My mom shouts at me as I run down the stairs in my house, holding a pair of socks, my phone and, a necklace.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yell back, sitting at the bottom steps to hastily get my socks on. In my family if you said you were gonna be somewhere at 5:30 P.M., no one would show up until 7 P.M. or so. And since my parents had this habit, it was transferred to me.

As soon as I clasped my necklace on and slipped on my small boots, we set out to about three towns away from us. My mom had been going to a acupuncturist for about 2 months and would have appointments every two weeks or so. They helped sure but yet again, did little to help the overall pain my mother had to face for a majority of her life.

"Luna, seriously you need to get better about time management," My mom states, her hand going different directions on the steering wheel as she drives. I nod along, agreeing with my mother.

After about 45 minutes in the car, my mom and I talking about random stuff and listening to the radio, we finally arrive to the acupuncturist. Almost as soon as we park I step out, needing to stretch my legs. I'm about 5'7 and mostly legs so anytime I'm in a car for more than 20 minutes my legs get sore and sleepy.

"Finally," I breath out, my mom chuckling at me as she fixes her ginger bangs. And, as my mom fixes her purse we go inside.

As soon as you step in it's like night and day. Outside the shopping complex is bright and sunny, the smell of heat radiating from the gravel. But, on the inside of the acupuncturist is dark and has a few lamps scattered here and there in the front office. Now, I'm all for the ambiance of a place but the contrast of bright and sunny to dull and "zen" really made me feel trippy.

My mom checks into the front desk and within five or so minutes we go back into a room even darker than the front. She goes to lay down on one of the tables and within minutes the guy's poking and prodding all on my mom's back. I know, it supposedly helps but, I'm like -deathly afraid of needles whereas my mom doesn't give two shits about them.

Anyways, within 10 minutes or so, the needles leave my mother's back and we're off to leave. Before we leave my mom talks to guy, Mark, and we go on our way.

We stop off at QT to get gas and a snack. When we walk in my mom says to me, "What do you want? Pop or slushie?" I smile, pinting to the general vincinity of the slushies. My mom rolls her eyes, "Of course,"

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hey guys! sorry i haven't updated in forever marching band and high school is a lot. but here it is, i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading! 

love, salmie.