The Sticking Point

because i'm a yuppie new yorker now:

i have an acupuncturist. i see said acupuncturist every other week, and so far she's done a lot of great things for me. mostly involving needles:

this week was no different. had my needles, had my tummy rubbed, went home*. however, when i got home, i felt a little itch on my chest. when i went to scratch it, i found:

yup! she left two in. awkward. but at least i'm not afraid to pull them out! and luckily, they wound up in my sister's trash can. you're welcome, sister!