The human pincushion.

I love hedgehogs, I really do. But I didn't think I'd end up impersonating one last week...

I'd read in several different places that acupuncture can help with alleviating the symptoms of depression and also of hormonal imbalances. In fact, studies have shown that the combination of acupuncture and antidepressants can even help the medication to be more effective. I think we all know where I'm going with this...I decided to give acupuncture a try.

Mum very kindly babysat Lyra whilst I went for my hour of acupuncture. Lyra napped for the entire time, so Mum got lucky there methinks! 

I turned up and was shown into a small room. We discussed my symptoms and the Chinese Acupuncturist (his job title, not his ethnicity - he is Welsh!) told me I had liver stagnation. He told me I needed to eat chicken for lunch every day and that I should be totally fine after a few sessions. I was instantly wary because anyone who promises healing of depression within a set amount of time probably does not have a genuine understanding of depression. (He also advised that I come off my medication, slowly, but as soon as possible and was surprised to learn that I planned to have the Covid vaccine when it becomes available for me.)

Anyway, I decided to go ahead with the treatment because regardless of my thoughts about his opinions of Western medicine, acupuncture is still proven to have benefits. So, needles were put into my feet, hands, and forehead - it doesn't hurt at all - and I had to lie there. 

For forty minutes.

I felt like a total pillock. A very relaxed pillock, I have to admit, but a pillock nonetheless. 

For the rest of the day, I felt extremely tired. The next day, I felt as I usually did. I'm not saying acupuncture doesn't work, but perhaps it just didn't work for me. Or maybe I went to the wrong person.

I would happily try it again, but I'd prefer to try it with a practitioner who is more accepting of Western medicine and can appreciate a more holistic approach. I believe that acupuncture could complement my medication rather than replace it or 'cure me. 

I think perhaps a nice massage would have been more beneficial and relaxing. Might have to give it a try and report back...
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