I had my first acupuncture appointment in 4 weeks today. I mentioned in an earlier post this week that I think it must have been making a difference. The 4 weeks off were probably a good test to confirm that yes, it is helping to keep my moods stable and my energy up.
The treatment I get is called GAM, which stands for Great American Malady. My doctor studied under the acupuncturist who "created" (whatever that entails) medical acupuncture. That guy created the GAM treatment. It treats stress, anxiety, and exhaustion. Think that's an accurate description of the American malady?
Speaking of which... I noticed today during the treatment* that when my mind wandered to future stuff I need to do, or wandered to stuff I'm worried about, I didn't feel it working. When I brought myself back to the present, I could feel the needles and pulsating energy doing what they are supposed to do--bringing peacefulness to my mind and body.
I have left there more than once feeling completely high--or what *I* would call high, being that I've only tried pot once in my life and I hated it. It is more like a runner's high, only without the sweat and exertion. Or like the nose gas you used to get at the dentist's office. (Remember nose gas? They gave it to me when I was a kid and had to have fillings. I had never heard of Pink Floyd at age 9, but I remember my hands feeling like giant balloons in Dr. Witgen's reclined dental chair. And it was goooood stuff.)
Today I got into the relaxed state when I kept my mind in the present, for a good 20 minutes. I left feeling more centered, less stressed.
I have my next appointment in 20 minutes with the nurse practitioner who prescribes meds at my therapists office. I had totally forgotten--she's not a psychiatrist, she's a nurse practitioner. I am going to talk with her about the OCD, the mood swings that happen hour by hour some days, the intrusive thoughts, and not wanting to try yet another SSRI. I also am having trouble regulating my sleep, so we'll talk about that, too. I'm not going to mention the bipolar spectrum stuff unless it makes sense to go there, or if she brings it up.
If she doesn't help me, my acupuncture doctor is a psychiatrist, who is in practice with his dad. So, all is not lost if my appointment this afternoon is fruitless.
Busy weekend. VBS starts Sunday night, runs through Thursday. I am teaching the 2-3 year olds. I will have help in the class room, but all the prep is on me. Sophie is going to help me decorate and come up with craft ideas.
I didn't run this morning. I was awake at 1:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep until 5 am. Not going running on less than 4 hours of sleep, no thank you.
Vickie, my mom picked up Luke at day care today and took him to her house from there (Sophie is not going this weekend), so no scale conversation today. I like it being out of my bathroom, though. It's not staring me in the face every time I am in there (which is a lot). I am still weighing myself regularly, as noted in my posts, so it being in Mark's bathroom (which is attached to our bedroom) is no biggie.
*Acupuncture consists of this--The room is like one you'd find in a massage place/spa. He plays peaceful yoga-style music. I strip to my undies, get under a sheet on my back. He puts a pillow under my knees, and I have one under my head. I like the eye pillow, so I am in complete darkness and don't watch the needles. He puts needles in my feet, ankles, 1/4 up calf, inside knee bend, wrists (arms are facing up), inside elbow bend, 1/4 way up arm, three across stomach. Then he attached electrical energy cords, turns it up until it's pulsing (I tell him when it's enough); if you've ever felt a tens machine, which manages pain through electrical stimulation, it's kind of like that. He also lights some kind of fire stick (eyes covered, don't know what it looks like) then heats every needle point around my body, twice in succession. Then he leaves, and I chill. I try to relax every muscle in my face and body. I try to focus on the present. I repeat a chant if I can't stay in the moment. It's what I use when I meditate, which is hardly ever but it happens when I need it. "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy, on me,"--breathing in and out on the commas. The deep breathing really works for me, too.