Victimized By Strawberries

So tomorrow I go back to the guy who is in charge of my life. I have made a choice to try anything Cool Acupuncture Guy (CAG) suggests, unless it involves murder, anorexia, substance abuse...you get the idea. I figure I was willing to try what the MDs suggested, I may as well give CAG a chance.

Here's what I expect from my appointment:

*A solution to all my health problems.
*An herb that will bring about world peace.
*A magical skin cream that will eliminate the post-baby redness I have been afflicted with.
*A back rub.
*Personal affirmation of my every dream and desire.
*A free puppy.

What do I really hope will happen tomorrow? I hope that I will be encouraged that things will continue to get better. I'm hoping he does have some miracle-making herbs to give me.

At my initial appointment I had acupuncture and there was a clear discomfort in my abdomen. I asked CAG about it and he said that he put needles in place to send blood downward, but it was running into the scar tissue from my C-section. The discomfort subsided eventually. He mentioned that in future appointments, he'd like to give me a paste to put on my scar to 'thin it out'. In addition to the miracle herbs, I'll try Scar Paste. :)

I realized today that I may be allergic/sensitive/intolerant (choose your adjective) to strawberries. This is a bummer because a) it's just another thing to add to the list and b) strawberry parts are in a lot of yummy things, like juice and popsicles. In any case, it's the only new thing I have eaten today and so I'm fairly sure I can name strawberries as the culprit. Such a sinister fruit.