I woke up on Friday morning with the stiffest... neck I have ever had. Some how I had managed to sleep at an angle which killed my neck, and as the day at work progressed it only got worse.
Earlier in the week my boss had gone to a chinese, voodoo, witch doctor type person who gave him bruises all over his back and neck (much to our amusement) but apparently it worked.
So on hearing of my situation (and I expect a chance to share the humiliation), he frog marched me down to the shop. Unfortunately it was shut so we popped to another and before I knew it I was face down on a bed getting small sharp pins inserted into my neck and shoulder (its fashionable apparently). I was then left for 20 minutes and asked how it felt...
Other than a few more small pains in my already sore shoulder I felt no different, so to save face she gave me a massage which was nice, but rushed. Then her business side kicked in and she mentioned I should probably get another massage on Monday, (I guess it needed 2 days to relax from the pricking, and her being shut over the weekend was nothing more than a coincidence) and asked if I would like to book.
I took a card and left, acupuncture = rubbish!