This blog post was supposed to be written and put up last Wednesday, but I failed. My energy levels just dropped to the floor. I didn’t even have the motivation or inclination to pick up my phone and do much Tweeting and at only 140 characters, that’s saying something.
Someone mentioned to me, that acupuncture could be helpful for some of the more significant symptoms I live with due to the Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, or as it’s more fondly know (fondly, being said through gritted teeth) POTS. Absolutely nothing to do with crockery. The two things that bother me most are headaches/migraines and insomnia. If I can get these under a little more control, life will be easier and less like wading through mud the majority of the time.
I went in for my appointment after a busy day at work and tweeted that I may live tweet through the experience. That didn’t happen!
The acupuncturist was lovely. I pushed through the doors already in a stressed and anxious state after first having difficulty finding the location, then having a fight with a parking machine which wouldn’t accept my shiny 5 pence pieces, before accosting a stranger to exchange loose change. The very sweet, accosted gentleman, kindly just gave me 20 pence and I bowled into the practice, flushed and chattering at great speed. A sure fire sign that my anxiety levels are raised somewhat. Lovely acupuncturist immediately handed me a glass of water and seated me, allowing me to settle for a minute before starting any kind of conversation. You can see this is going well can’t you.
After a lengthy medical history and symptom chat we headed to the table I was lie on for fine acupuncture needles to be inserted into me. Lovely acupuncturist held my wrists and took pulse measurements. I was now quietly anxious. Really, I want to feel well and instead of pretending to function, actually feel as though I am functioning, but needles in my body? She asked how I was doing and I admitted that I was actually getting myself somewhat worked up. She looked down at me, fingers still clenching my pulse and said “I know.” Huh.
It was then time for the first needle to be inserted. Any idea where the first one was to go? In the middle of my face! Oh my! NO!
“Breath in.” She said. I did.
“Breath out.” She said. I did. Needle slid silently between my eyes as she tapped it down.
Now anyone who knows me can tell you, as well as being a reflective person, I can, if the need arises, get quite passionately wound up and on my high horse about things. If I feel the need is there, I will get emotionally active about verbalising my view, so much so, that I now have learnt to tell myself to shut up for five minutes when I can see myself doing this. Imagine that passion internalised as anxiety and you might have an inkling of what was now happening with a needle between my eyes. I could feel a heat swelling up from my stomach and a dull buzz filling my ears. I lay perfectly still, absolutely determined I was going to do this. I will not be dictated to by my body in such a feeble way.
Lovely acupuncturist is obviously in tune with all this, or I wasn’t hiding it as well as I thought I was, and she talked me calm and then talked me through the next few needles she was to insert. Apparently the first one between my eyes is supposed to be calming.
She put one in the the top of my head, one each on the inner side of my shins and then one each in my inner wrists. These were the most prickly. Other than that sensation, they didn’t hurt and it was all in my mind. She then told me to lay there and relax for fifteen minutes. Sleep if I could! Though nothing hurt, what was going off in my mind was not very relaxing.
There wasn’t a chance of sleep. I lay there like a plank of rigid wood, until she returned to me and removed all needles. Though I hadn’t exactly relaxed, I was a lot calmer than when I had started.
Lovely acupuncturist does think this can help me. She wants to see me weekly for the first 6 – 8 weeks, then assess what’s happening. Now the fear of the unknown has been conquered – and I know where to park and what the parking meter doesn’t like! – next week should be better. I hope to let you know of any changes I feel taking place. This will be great for me and my quality of life if just these two things are eased off for me.