Healing the Gallbladder Blues
Editor:
On the New Moon of June in 1996, while reading The New Times, a Seattle-based monthly publication, my left arm suddenly began to tingle for some unknown reason, my inner voice was asking me to dial 911. What a strange concept as I was an allopathic new age snob and thought of them as the death squad! But, that inner voice was clear, and I followed and dialed the fateful number. Upon their incredibly theatrical arrival, sirens ablast on ...