A conversation with the Doc:
Doc: You look terrible.
Doc: I mean, you really look very bad. What's wrong?
Me: Well, my allergies are cranky today.
Doc: I knew it [This is her favorite thing to say. She's like a phone psychic who says, "I'm seeing a man. A short tallish sort of man. Maybe your husband or brother or son." and you say it was your uncle and she says, "I knew it."] How many D-Hist [my allergy pills]are you taking?
Me: 3 pills, 3 times a day.
Doc: That's probably not enough. Let me test you.
[I grab a bottle and put it to my chest and hold out my arm which she presses down on and mentally asks my body how many pills its suppose to take. This is one of her Secrets of the Orient. Basically anything that seems kooky and I don't really understand I call a Secret of the Orient. I think it gives the office an air of mystery. She first asks if my body will accept it and then she starts to count and when my arm cannot resist her pushing on it and goes down that's how many I'm suppose to take. The point being that the body won't lie and will tell you what it needs. Like, if I were to hold a bag of peanut M&Ms up to my chest and you were to push down on my arm and mentally ask it how many I should eat, you would be counting for a very long time.
Doc: You're suppose to take 7 pills 3 times a day.
Me: As in 21 pills?
Doc: That's what your body told me.
Me: Are you sure that's not what your supplement budget told you?
Doc: Don't be sassy.