There is a first time for everything: including getting pricked

There is a first time for everything. And like other firsts, I am wrapped up with anxiety, excitement and trepidation. Many have said it will be heavenly; that I will feel like I am floating. Others have said it will feel like a little prick and be somewhat uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I am determined to experience it myself first-hand for what is a girl to do when she has exhausted all other options?

I have everything timed out to the second. I have 25 minutes to get to the little room. As I start my walk over it starts to rain. The streets of New York become a river awashed in melting snow. I now look like a wet poodle. One of the few days where I wear make-up and I find myself getting pelted with rain drops. Fierce!

I somehow make it to the little room by the agreed upon time. I greeted warmly and a review of my past and current concerns proceeds to occur. I soon undress and lay down. I then feel the first prick. Then the second. Soon enough I have lost track. I lie there thinking back to the advice beforehand. I didn’t feel anything that had been described to me. The easy-listening music was quite distracting in that it was just blah. The music added nothing to the environment and it took nothing away. It didn’t ease anxieties. It was just floating about. The heat from the lamp was soothing. I was awashed in a rich warmth that contrasted highly with the cold of the last few weeks. She asked if I was ok and whether she should go on or stop at that point considering it was my first time and she didn’t want to overwhelm me. I was always game but this was enough. I was then left to my thoughts for about 30 minutes. I had been told I would probably nap but I didn’t. On red-eye flights I am always the one that is wide awake looking about while everyone else is asleep.

As I lied there I came up with a to-do list and some new projects. I was focused on the red light on the floor. The light didn’t dance. It just remained steady in one place. Occasionally I felt a bit light-headed as if I were floating about. But, for the most part, I just felt bored. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. When would it be over?

She returned. The prickly feeling was gone. I sat up and got dressed. I was starving. It was a mistake to only have had a bowl of pineapple chunks beforehand. I had to run out and zip back to work. Tons of meetings ahead. I guess I had a moment of zen. Maybe being bored in the middle of the day was not such a bad thing.

Yes, next week I would return for a second round of acupuncture. However, this time I am bringing some rocking music to jam to while being pricked with needles.

25 replies »

  1. I thought you were having botox there for a minute! Did the acupuncture work for you? Have often thought about trying it in the past with various ailments, but never have. Would love to know how you get on. πŸ™‚


  2. The last time someone told me that it would “just feel like a little prick” I had a baby nine months later! So sorry, I just couldn’t resist! πŸ˜‰ My husband has had acupuncture for back pain after an accident, and it really worked. My oldest did a medical rotation with a doc who did acupuncture in addition to his internal medicine practice. She learned that it works by either turning off or switching on receptors in the brain for whatever ails you. πŸ™‚ Have a good day!


  3. I was going for a tattoo session but when you said that you were going to work immediately afterwards, I realized that I am way off-base. When I was a kid, I used to get acupunctured by my mother for asthma or something. I can’t remember asking what the needles were for.


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