Little Needles in My Face

Oh, and in my hands. And my feet. And my shins. Yeah, and my belly.

That's right. I have started acupuncture, and it ins't half as gruesome as I thought it was going to be.

Wait, I don't mean gruesome. I mean expensive, ineffective and boring.

I had acupuncture once before when I was going through infertility treatments. It was like being in an Instacare, I felt nothing, they explained nothing, and the entire time (despite being told to "relax") I was tense and trying to look at the needle that had been stuck in the center of my forehead.

This is a completely different experience, and I don't just mean this clinic is more like a spa than a bus terminal. Not only am I able to relax enough not to try and sneak a peek at my Hellraiser appearance, but I actually fall asleep. I NEVER fall asleep in so called "relaxing" situations. Not in massages. Not in facials. Not while lounging. My acupuncturist says the fact I am dozing off is a sign it's working. Well, I'll be the judge of that when and if I see two lines on a pregnancy test, but for now I am just grateful for the naps. Honestly, after my last appointment I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to go again the next day. That's how refreshed I felt.

So far, I have only had two treatments, but I have signed up for three months. My acupuncturist says the location of the needles will move depending on the stage in my cycle, and that after one full cycle she is going to start me on some herbs as well. I can't tell you how excited I am to add that to my daily potions and pills. Wait, yes I can. I'm not very excited at all. I'm going to take them though, because I figure if I've done this much, what's a few herbs?

I mean, I already faced the needles...