She said as she placed slim, precise needles into my head, “You don’t like acupuncture do you?”
I grimaced. “It works.”
“That’s why you tolerate it and keep coming back, otherwise you would have stopped long ago.” said wise, very kind acupuncturist, still sticking in needles.
This was me –
I haven’t taken particularly well to the sensation of having sharp thin needles stuck in the top of my head, between my eyes, the insides of my wrists and inners shins, and tops of my feet, very well. I tense and breath and cope. But no, I don’t like having acupuncture.
So why do I keep going back?
Because before I went, I was getting between 2-3 hours sleep a night and getting at least one stay-in-bed-for-three-day migraines a month. With acupuncture, I’m sleeping better and though I’m still headachey, I’m not debilitated.
Quality of life improvement.
I’ve missed a few weeks of acupuncture due to my other half losing his job before Christmas, then Christmas came, the acupuncturist closed for a few weeks and I was back to struggling, insomnia came back with a vengeance. But today I finally went back and I intend to make it regular again until it’s under control and we can wean me down to a less regular programme.
I’d rather have these blasted pointy needles with the understanding acupuncturist that knows I hate them, than keep filling my body with pharmaceuticals that I see long term problems with.
Here’s to pointy sharp needles! Has anyone else tried them for anything?