That Acupuncture stuff....

is da bomb.

Oh holy needles, how I bow down to you and accept your divine intuition.

Ladies (and gentleman), I slept last night. SLEPT. Without the aid of drugs, or being so tired that I simply passed out, or crying myself to a fitful rest. I slept. Drooled even. Like I woke up this morning looked into the mirror and saw white crusty bits on the corner of my mouth.

The actual session itself was very relaxing. I believe this is first and foremost because he welcomed Jenn into the room with me. Me, needles and a man alone in the room is not a good combination. I don't like men, they scare me and I become an awful, horrible, tense bundle of nerves. But Jenn was there to protect me.

He asked me a bazillion questions about my feelings and my body. And a bazillion is not over exaggerating. Then I hopped up on the table and laid on my back. He took my pulses, and not how western medicine (new words for my vocabulary) does. Then I stripped off my top half of clothing and laid face down on the table to await my torture.

Only, it wasn't torture. It was sublime. He poked around at my blah blahs feeling for my qi (pronounced cheeeee) and then he'd have me take a deep breath in, breathe out and poof...needle in.

There were a couple that hurt the teeniest amount, but he quickly readjusted them. He came back 15 minutes later took my pulses again and removed and added a few needles. Left for another 15 minutes and took them all out. He told me to be careful getting up as I am very relaxed. I didn't listen. The room swam around a bit so Jenn helped steady me.

This was at 6pm. At 10pm last night I was still in my happy zen state of mind. And honestly, I still feel it this morning. I feel less tension, I don't feel that awful pain in the base of my neck telling me that my neck/back/spine/head are so tense I'm going to snap.

I have decided to believe in acupuncture. After all, I've got to start thinking miracles sometime.