I spent early this week in Washington DC at the Healthcare Blogging Summit, speaking on a panel.
During the actual panel I got a tickle in my throat and could tell pretty quickly that it was only going to escalate if I didn't do some good coughing and drink some water. So, I believe for the first time in my public speaking career, I got up and exited the room to cough. While out there in the hallway a tall,slender, Abraham Lincoln-esque man (without the facial hair) stopped and asked me if I was OK.
I said I had a tickle in my throat, and he said "let me see your wrist." I could see the letters MD on his name badge, so I dutifully held out my wrist. At first I thought he was taking my pulse, but no, he was kind of rubbing a section of my right wrist.
He looked at me and said "cough gone?"
Which it was.
He smiled wisely, said something like "Lung #7, works every time" and walked off into the sunset.
Apparently acu-pressure or something like that.
And it all seemed remarkably fitting, given I was at a healthcare conference.