My acupuncturist made my ankle skewer go away. Even better than that, she showed no sign of finding the fact that there was an invisible kebob skewer in my ankle surprising, implausible, or humorous, and she didn’t even suggest that it might be a good idea to enter into a computer that I was constipated. She just nodded, took my pulse, looked at my tongue, stuck some needles in my elbow, and walked away. And an hour later, no more skewer. Because my acupuncturist is just a badass like that.
It almost makes me feel guilty for making so much fun of moxibustion.
I said ALMOST.