Yoga as Medicine

In my second year as a student at Curtis, my right arm started going numb from my elbow to my fingertips on a fairly regular basis. It was sort of like how your limbs feel right before they fall asleep: not full-on pins and needles all the time, but a dull, hot emptiness, like there was no blood to keep that part of me alive and vibrant. I was overworked, underslept, and using my body as a landfill for garbage like Entenmann’s donuts, Red Bull, and DeKuyper Sour Apple Pucker. The arm numbness was exacerbated by sitting, so I had to be excused from orchestra regularly, incurring the wrath and eye-rolls of Rick Zuch. My mentors and classmates were as clueless about how to remedy my issue, let

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