Post-Poking

So the acupuncture. I wish I'd been able to blog directly from my brain while it was happening, because it was pretty darned intense. After the treatment I was exhausted and hungry, and I didn't do anything the rest of the day except eat pierogis and pat my cat.

I was surprised and delighted at all the questions the acupuncturist asked - they were all so relevant I was excited to answer them. People told me the needles didn't hurt, which is not entirely true. Some of them hurt a lot. Some of them hurt in areas not even close to where they were actually sticking. My insteps are still sore today. I panicked a little, had trouble breathing properly- the same anxiety I feel during yoga. The acupuncturist was very cool and soothing and brought me green tea and kleenex.

Next she used tuning forks - this was my favorite part. I've always been really sensitive to low frequencies and sounds and combinations of notes - tight harmonies in music have always pretty much been my religion. I was able to soften my focus and my mind managed to quiet itself a bit.

To sum it up, I felt hopeful because I felt something. Sometimes that's all you can ask for.