Needles on a Haystack

I recently had my first experience with acupuncture. Once past my initial fear and horror of needles puncturing vital organs (I was so off base about that) I enjoyed it. And, more importantly, it helped – there was a noticeable reduction in pain.

Feeling very calm and Zen-like after the procedure, I walked to my car in a heavy downpour of rain. No matter – it was all good. Nature in all its wonder and glory. OOOMMM.

Started the car and turned on the windshield wipers. Fwap! Zing! Plunk! The damn passenger wiper snapped off, sailed into the air and landed on the hood of the car.

After my initial shock and surprise? Pissed off, I muttered the following words aloud:

“Shit, now my *Chi is all f**ked up again!”

Yes, I am sorry to say I really did utter such profanity. My Chi and my spiritual serenity had been disturbed both by this unexpected event and by my own foul mouth.

(*Chi is the vital energy that circulates throughout various channels in our bodies. Acupuncture helps keep this energy balanced in order to restore and/or maintain good health. And this brief summary of mine is probably not correct.)

Got out of the car, back into the pouring rain (not so thrilled with the downpour this time), retrieved the offending wayward object and tossed it in the back seat.

I regained my spiritual composure and sense of well-being (to a certain extent) with the positive and consoling thought that at least the driver’s wiper hadn’t taken a hike. I could still see to drive.

I have new wipers.

I must to do something about my potty mouth.

I need a mantra.