After much time spent looking for a place that had good reviews, or at least some sort of review so we could be certain it was a sketchy hell-hole we set out on an adventure. We heard of an English-speaking one down by the beach, and we just took off.
Surprise surprise, an hour of searching only to discover it was gone.
We begin walking home very very disappointed.
My knees are still a wreck, and Garrett's back was a huge knot.
Then, we realized, hey--
that sign says "하니ㅘㄴ (haniwon), meaning oriental clinic. That was enough for us, so we went in. After miming things to the secretary we saw the doctor, who, surprise surprise, had decent English. Turns out he specialized in feet and posture.
Looking at my foot print, he just says "ooh, many problems. This goes to your knees." (points to my foot and compares to an image on screen).
The guy was definitely trying to sell us on these 300,000\ insoles, but, other than that, he was great!
Then, the needles. Again, Garrett held my hand. I wasn't too scared, but, to my surprise, it hurt like a bitch. The needles were all in my feet. On nerves, almost poking my bones. I was pretty miserable. They chuckled as Garrett told me stories to calm me down, but the nurse had to stop herself from laughing out loud when I just started chanting "I love muffins. Think about muffins. chocolate chips."
Garrett was also in pain, but took it like a man.
In the end, I ran out vowing never to go back--which is a shame, because it worked great! The knots moved out of my knee the next day. They were in my quad, and my calf (but that's better! There they can be stretched out), but not my knees!!
And, it was only 6,000\ each! I would do it again if I wasn't a wuss..
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