In the waiting room, pictures of babies. Lots of them, in a book. A brag book of sorts, with letters from patients who were LIKE ME. Infertility flunkies. Used to disappointment, but very adamant that acupuncture was the key to their long-awaited pregnancies.
JD, acupuncturist extraordinaire, was very knowledgeable about his craft. He walked through my health history in more detail than an doctor ever did. Asked me about my “feelings” through my infertility journey. And gave me a starting tutorial on the yin/yang (pronounced “yong”.. who knew)? and the history of Chinese Medicine.
I found out my movement of Qi (pronounced “chee”) is less than optimal when it comes to my spleen (official Chinese diagnosis: deficiency of spleen Qi). Not to mention the probable affect of my heart/blood disharmony.
Have I lost you yet?
I have to admit, by the time I laid down on the very comfy table listening to the sound of the many “water features” (fountains) in the room, and the soothing music I was wondering what I had gotten myself into.
BUT, there was “something” my body reacted to when he began placing the needles. About 10 minutes in, I felt my body start to melt into the table. I would qualify the sensation as very, very, VERY relaxing.
Perhaps with my hectic life, I took advantage of lying on a table in such a serene environment and, just simply, “detached” and became relaxed. But after I rose from that table and walked out, I felt like I was walking on air.
Time will tell. I have another appointment next Tuesday, and it appears I’ve finally found the magic bullet to at least zap that anxiety and tension out of my body, momentarily at least.
Whether it helps me in my DE cycle, who knows… but for now, I am feeling like this is a very good diversion.