We went to Chinatown with his mother tonight to see the chinese physician there. He used a blunt metal pin to poke at her acupoints around her ears and it apparently gave her instant relief for her migraine. Thereafter there was a follow-up of a black concoction of medicine to take. Chinese medicine is always so simple. I remember those times when I was young and I had asthmatic coughs. My mother would take me to the chinese physician at the medical hall near my place. He would feel my pulse, stare intensely at his table, and conclude that I was having a bad fever, runny nose, lots of phlegm and difficulty breathing. Then he would scribble some chinese characters on the slip of paper and pass it to his assistant outside who will mix the medication for me.

One thing I always remember about this chinese physician is that he always had this little pillow on his table. Its really tiny. Meant for us to rest our wrist on while he took our pulse...

oops...overtime again...supposed to log out and go to bed at 1115pm...I actually fell asleep in front of the PC....goodnight diary...