the new rotation started this week– makes me long for the days of lounging around the office with grace. boo. i have two preceptors this time.

when you walk into the first guy’s office, the first thing you notice is the smell of incense and the very asian, very minimalist decor. the office is small, one treatment room, one meditation room, and one random room o’ junk. i spend most of my days with this guy holding feet. every once in a while i hold a sacrum. it’s like cranial week… but without actually ever touching a head.

when you walk into the second guy’s office, the first thing i noticed was the stench of singed pot (which he later clarified as another plant, which i can’t remember the name of) and rottting deathness. at the entrance, a large leather dog facimilie guards funky foamy green couches. this office is larger– it’s a “wellness group” of doctors (mostly MDs) specializing in alternative therapies. this doc talks more– explaining and pimping all through the treatment session — which i’m thankful for. i fall asleep less there. of course, with all of the pimping comes homework. i have a paper to do, and random factoids to look up. i really don’t mind the extra work here and there, i actually feel like i may learn something.

the only thing i hate: the drive. the 110 takes me through the horror that is LA. the traffic is maddening– when i’m not slowed to a crawl, i’m fearing for my life as beemer after beemer decides to jump out in front of me and slam on the brakes or simply swerve from lane to lane with not so much as a hand signal to tell me to get out of the way. i come home with a sore jaw from all the teeth clenching i do on my commute.