Friday has become a sort of a leisure day for me. I have no teaching schedule and I can fill that day with a new routine, thanks to Mbak Dona: joining a weekly ladies' gym class from 12.00 to 13.00 (only IDR10,000 per month!). So, after dropping the kids off at school in the morning, I go to campus in my shorts and T-shirt, carrying a duffel bag. Then, after a bit of chatting (or working, whichever comes first) with my colleagues at the office, I walk along with them to the direction of a big mosque across our campus, where they do their Friday prayer. I walk onwards to the gym class, which is located next to the mosque, to gather with my new crowd.
Yesterday, after the exercise, we tried something that's entirely new to me: acupuncture! The acupuncture practice and the gym class are separated only by a wall, so it's fairly easy for us to be tempted to try this one out. Especially because on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays the service is practically free. There's no official charge; anyone can donate any amount in a 'piggy bank' (which, of course, doesn't shape like a pig at all).
Mbak Dona let me have the first turn, while she'd watch first (she's a bit squeamish about needles). It was perfectly fine for me; I got three needles on my tummy (for fixing my.. *ahum* digestion system), two on my face (one on each cheek, to repair facial skin) and two on my legs (one on each shin). An insert of a needle feels like a sting, but that's only the beginning. The new sensation happens when the needle hits the nerves - it feels like having hundreds of invisible needles sprinting along my internal organs, rippling like an 'audience wave' in a ball game. When all needles already sat still, the rippling sensation subdued and all I had to do was relaxed. Trying to sleep was the best option to fill the hour, especially if you succeeded.
Apparently I did sleep. I woke up feeling a bit woozy when a nurse removed the needles, and was still sleepy after putting on my sandals and leaving the room. Mbak Dona and I then went for a late lunch before picking up our kids at school (her son is in the same class with Dhanu). All in all, it's not so bad. I can do this again next week and see if there's any good coming out of it.
Image source: http://www.ayurveda-berkeley.com/
P.S. Kluffie is no longer with us. Last night our housekeeper, who was about to put it in its cage, found its hide somewhere in the backyard, half-eaten by a cat. This morning everything of it is already gone.