Alright, so you hear all this buzz about Sanqi powder, eh? Like it’s some kind of wonder dust for your insides, good for your blood, makes you feel like a spring chicken, the whole nine yards. My old auntie, she’s a big believer, always going on about it.
Now, I’m usually the ‘see it to believe it’ type, especially with that old-school stuff. But then, wouldn’t you know it, last spring I took a stupid tumble. Just walking, missed a step, and bam – ankle looked like a balloon. Doc gave me the usual ‘ice it, rest it, don’t be an idiot’ speech. But man, it was dragging on, and I was getting seriously fed up sitting around.
That’s when Auntie went into overdrive with the Sanqi talk. ‘You gotta try it! It’ll fix you right up!’ she’d say, every single time I saw her. So, look, mostly to keep the peace, I caved. She hands me this baggie of what honest-to-goodness looked like fine, brown dirt.
My Grand Sanqi Experiment, Sort Of
So, she shows me the drill. Tiny little scoop, stir it up in some warm water. And the taste? Let me tell you, it tasted exactly like it looked – earthy, and not in a good way. I wasn’t holding my breath for any miracles, that’s for sure. I stuck with it, though. Every morning, that gritty drink, for maybe two, three weeks. I’d just gulp it down fast to get it over with.
- What happened? Well, it wasn’t like in the movies.
- No sudden, glowing healing. My ankle didn’t just snap back to normal.
- I wasn’t doing cartwheels the next day, that’s a fact.
But, here’s the kicker, and this is just my two cents, alright? I kinda felt… I dunno… maybe the swelling eased off a tad quicker than it might’ve otherwise? Or maybe it was just my body finally getting its act together. It’s a tough call. Honestly, could’ve been anything. I was also doing my stretches and trying to eat okay, so who knows what did what, if anything.
So, this Sanqi powder. Magic potion? I wouldn’t go that far. Not for me, anyway. It was more like, eh, what’s the harm? Apart from making a face every morning. Maybe it did a little something for the ankle, maybe it was all in my head. Who’s to say? It’s one of those remedies that’s been floating around for ages, and tons of folks swear up and down by it. For me, it was just a little detour, something I tried. Didn’t turn me into a superhero, didn’t make things worse. Just another one of life’s little ‘give it a shot’ moments, I guess. You try stuff, right? And that was my little adventure with the famous Sanqi powder.
