Six on a Saturday

Boring But Hopeful Health Updates. I am going to say this very quietly, lest I jinx it: but I think that I can eat yogurt again? I have been avoiding dairy since May (which is not the same as giving it up; I still put half and half in my tea, I eat occasional sour cream and occasionally throw a dollop of yogurt onto stir fries and have had the occasional scoop of ice cream) after my acupuncturist suggested it might be negatively impacting my skin. My dermatologist was receptive to this idea and thought, based on some semi-related studies he’d read, that it could be exacerbating my rosacea. Based on some very non-scientific experimentation, it SEEMED true. There was a week when I ate white bean enchilada soup every day for lunch and my skin freaked out, for instance. And there is milk and yogurt in that soup (it is a fantastic soup), so I blamed the dairy. When I avoid dairy, I am mostly okay. I do also have to use a special face wash, though, so maybe that’s what’s keeping the bulk of the rosacea at bay. My family and I went on a weekend getaway recently and I decided to throw caution to the wind and eat some yogurt for breakfast every day. Nothing happened, skin wise. So when we got home from our mini-vacay, I continued to buy and eat yogurt. I have been doing it for several weeks now and things seem stable??? I am so hopeful about this, because I LOVE yogurt. It is delicious but it is also such a fantastic source of protein, especially since I dislike eggs. 

My usual breakfast of late: SmartLite bread with almond butter and honey, yogurt, and tea.

Now I am whispering so softly my voice is but a rustle: my plantar fasciitis seems like it is under control??? I don’t know what happened or when, but my feet just feel… better??? I am continuing to wear shoes in the house and I do calf stretches every night before bed but… I haven’t been to the acupuncturist in two months and I don’t feel like I need to make another appointment.

Puzzling Gynecological Visit. While we’re on the topic of health, why not discuss my recent visit to the gyn? I did promise Ally some speculum content, but I am immediately going to break that promise because there was no speculum involved. This wasn’t the puzzling part; current gynecological guidelines recommend that most people with a uterus have a pap test every 3 years as part of a screening for cervical cancer, and I’m not due for a pap until next year. However, I was there for my yearly reproductive parts exam. In years past, this has included a pelvic exam, a breast exam, and a discussion of my health concerns. This year, the nurse got me situated in a room and asked if I would be okay having a resident take part in the exam. 

The resident was lovely. Great bedside manner, seemed very knowledgeable about my questions (which were specific to breast cancer and perimenopause). She asked if I needed any prescriptions renewed (yes) and whether I wanted her to order a mammogram for me (yes). But then she finished the talking portion of the visit and said that the exam was optional. What????? OPTIONAL? I didn’t know what to do with that information! Listen, I think we’d be hard pressed to find anyone who ENJOYS a pelvic or breast exam. They are invasive and embarrassing and uncomfortable. But… the exam is the purpose of the annual gynecological well visit! If I just wanted a refill of birth control pills, I could simply call that in! I came to the office specifically so that the doctor could poke and prod my bits and tell me if anything was wrong! 

What I should have said was, “Of course I want an exam, that’s why I’m here.” But I got flustered when the resident gave me the option. Part of me, I think, was a little embarrassed to ask that she examine me. Which is dumb, because that is her job, and, again, WHY I WAS THERE, but I still felt like it was weird to request it, if it was optional. So I said, “Well, what do you recommend?” And instead of saying, “I recommend you get your reproductive parts examined” she said, “It’s up to you.” WHAT?! That is not a recommendation. We hemmed and hawed a little bit, and finally I said something like, “Well, I came here prepared for a physical exam, so I might as well do it.” But the whole thing was weird and awkward. 

And also: WHAT THE HELL? A) Why is the physical exam suddenly optional? And B) What is the point of the annual gynecological exam if there is no exam? The whole experience was baffling. 

Speaking of Perimenopause. A ridiculous spate of hot flashes has had me in a bit of a fret about whether I am beginning perimenopause. Doesn’t seem likely, considering my family history, but who really knows, right? There is a fine line between The Normal Joys of Having a Female Reproductive System and going through The Change. The gynecological resident reassured me, if a little dismissively, that I am too young for perimenopause and then moving along to other topics. Maybe so (although I am 42, so it’s not wildly out of the realm of possibility), but it’s something I want to prepare myself for, so I’m thinking about it now. I am listening to Hot and Bothered: What No One Tells You About Menopause (and How to Feel Like Yourself Again) by Jancee Dunn so it’s top of mind. The book is engagingly written – I like Dunn’s energetic voice and humorous/informative writing style. It seems like she did her research, and there are tons of practical tips for how to address various symptoms of menopause. But the book makes me so uncomfortable! In some cases, the physical discomfort is so severe that I find myself squirming in my car. Dunn is careful to interject, not infrequently, that not every person will experience every symptom, that a lot of people go through menopause with nary a hot flash. But this book covers the whole spectrum of menopause issues, so the whole thing feels REALLY OMINOUS. Yikes.  

Nature Is Healing. This is probably something I should say very quietly, as well, lest I scare it away, but it seems like sriracha is gradually making its way back into the world. Sriracha – specifically Huy Fong sriracha – is my favorite of all condiments. It would be one of my desert island foods, for SURE. I love it so very much. So I have been keeping an eye out for it in the years since its production has dwindled and have built myself a little stockpile. (There was a moment when I got down to one bottle and tried a bunch of alternatives to see if there was something else I could live with. No, there isn’t. So I have gradually replenished my stores.) I’ve almost always been able to get it on Amazon, although there were a few months this past spring when it was unavailable except for ridiculous prices. (Will I pay $17 per 14-ounce bottle? Yes, it turns out, I will, but that’s pretty much my limit.) But then I noticed it was readily available in Asian grocery stores. I made myself a deal that if I saw sriracha on the shelves, I would buy one bottle. That didn’t seem excessive. When I saw sriracha at Wegman’s recently, I bought a bottle. THEN I saw it at Target and bought another bottle. But this week, even my local grocery store had a small supply of sriracha! I did not buy a bottle; hopefully that won’t prove to be a mistake. Anyway. I am really cautiously optimistic about sriracha being BACK because I love it so much. 

I may have a wee bit of an addiction.

Wedding Gift Ideas? My hair stylist just got engaged. We have talked about her wedding for almost the entirety of my past two hair appointments. To be clear, I LOVE talking about weddings and wedding planning and enjoyed this line of conversation THOROUGHLY. Am I hoping that she has a baby immediately after she gets married, so we can talk about pregnancy and then babies and then parenting?! YES, with all my heart. She’s always a delight to talk to, but I much prefer this stuff to the usual “what are you doing this weekend, what kind of travel is coming up this year, what are you watching” kind of chitchat, which is pleasant but requires a lot of effort and doesn’t fuel my soul like wedding and baby talk. 

I have distracted myself. She is getting married and I want to buy her a wedding present. However. While I have a very well-developed generous impulse, I have a more well-developed gift giving anxiety that makes the whole thing gift giving process more complicated than it should be. I have several months to fret over and prepare for and acquire this gift but it would be really nice if I had A Real Idea instead of considering and discarding ideas for months and never buying anything and throwing some cash at her at the last minute. Maybe cash is the best gift! But a) I get the strong impression that her fiancé is loaded so she wants for nothing and b) she has been my hair stylist for several years now and I like her immensely and I would love to get her something more personal. Do I… ask her if she’s registered somewhere? I kind of think no, considering she and her spouse-to-be are established adults and live in a fully stocked house… but maybe? She likes alcohol, music (although her taste in music is very specific), travel, cats, Christmas, football. Maybe I could get her something she could take on her honeymoon? (Which will be to a tropical island type place.) But what would that be? I will see her again at least once before she gets married, so I could presumably ask her pointed questions to dig up additional information.  

HALP.

Persistent Grey. After our bout of snow and cold, we have now returned to abnormally warm temperatures and the persistent grey that weighs so heavily on my soul in the winter time. Yuck. For a few days, the grey seemed intent on inserting itself as forcefully into our lives as possible by way of fog. Fog is eerie and beautiful. But I am so ready to say goodbye to January and get on toward spring. February is my favorite month because it goes so quickly and then it’s practically spring and we can look forward to longer days and blooming flowers and BLUE SKIES. 

My poor photography skills don’t adequately capture how much it felt like being in an (the) Emily Bronte novel.

What’s on your mind this weekend?

Monday Randomosity: Internet Advice and Thought-Dogs Edition

It is rainy, I am grumpy. I don’t feel like making a list of things to make for dinner. My brain, these past few days, has been like one of those dog walkers you sometimes see in big cities, you know – the ones that can walk like six or ten dogs at once? Except my brain is not doing well with the dog walking, and all the thought-dogs are, like, chasing after squirrels, or biting each other, or wagging their tails hopefully at people trying to pass, or lying down because they Just Can’t anymore, or winding their leashes around their own legs until they are all tangled up, or sniffing at trees, or peeing on things. What I’m trying to say is, there’s a lot of chaos and distraction, thought-wise. And, yes, the thought equivalent of excrement. 

So let’s try to untangle some leashes and return some of these overwrought metaphors to their owners, shall we?

  • Overwhelmed: Your advice blew me away the other day. I read each comment on my post intently and took notes and felt, with every comment, so incredibly grateful for you for taking the time to address my silly non-problems. Oh, how I would love to have a girls’ weekend with YOU. We could extend it by a few or ten days so we could fit in ALL the amazing things you suggested. I was so overwhelmed by everyone’s kindness and thoroughness and wonderful ideas that I wasn’t even sure how to respond. THANK YOU. I am so lucky. 
  • Girls’ Trip Update Already: Using as much of your advice as possible, I put together a list of five suggestions for the girls’ trip and sent them to one of the stakeholders of the girls’ trip. She vetoed them all. So. I am kind of thinking maybe it is now her girls’ trip to plan????
  • Disappearing Emails: I keep writing and sending emails… and they disappear. This happened a couple of times specifically to emails I wrote to my father in the middle of the night. (When you wake up at 3:30 am, you write emails to your parents too, right?) But because of the timing, I sort of dismissed the disappearances – maybe I dreamed the emails??? But I sent an email yesterday that I was very much awake for, and it just… disappeared. Not in a draft anywhere. Not in an outbox. Not in a sent folder. Very odd. It’s not like it was even an objectionable email – like, I could see (see, but not approve of) my email becoming sentient and deciding, no, you don’t want to say that. I’m going to quietly step in and stop you from sending something inadvisable. But this was a NOTHING email. A fact email. There wasn’t even any issue with TONE. 
  • Listen, Hug, Advise: I saw this advice floating around Instagram as a parenting technique. Instead of jumping in to help your kid, you ask, “Do you want me to listen? Do you need a hug? Or do you need help?” Great advice, and something I have tried to incorporate into my interactions with Carla. But it wasn’t until a friend applied it to me that I realized this has applications for adults as well. I told her that sometimes I worry that I treat her like a therapist, and it makes me feel guilty – and she said that maybe I felt that way because she sometimes leans toward giving advice. She said that she understands that sometimes a friend just needs to vent, and said she described the “listen, hug, advise” technique to me and said she would appreciate and welcome it if I said I needed one or the other specifically. (She is a very lovely person.) I found this to be such a useful reframing. This is not just a technique for children! Even though I want simply to vent or be comforted 90% of the time, I still tend to jump in with advice when other people share their own problems with me. So I am going to try to do more asking of what people need, rather than assuming they need my non-existent expertise.
  • Skin Drama: I have complained bitterly about my skin here before. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with a type of rosacea that causes pustules and red, swollen bumps. I have been treating this with prescription cream. Last week, my face positively ERUPTED and I am miserable. MISERABLE. The blemishes are painful and/or itchy, but also they make me incredibly self-conscious. I mean, I have a fairly prominent facial scar that I carry around with me every day, so I’m somewhat used to stares anyway, but this is SO MUCH WORSE. I look like I have the pox. I was very lucky to have very few skin issues when I was a teen, and this makes me feel so full of empathy and outrage for teenagers. At least I, an adult, can use coping thoughts like, “everyone deals with this” and “most people don’t notice, or if they do notice it is in the same passing way they notice your hair color or whether you have jam on your shirt” and “this is temporary”! At least I can be relatively certain that my peers won’t tease me or call out my appearance or give me awful nicknames! How is this an affliction that young people deal with on the regular?! I am having to FORCE myself to go out in public. I had An Event to attend a few days ago, and I did not want to go. But obviously did, because I had made a commitment and because I want to be a good role model for Carla. (It was fine. I wore cute clothes, did my hair, wore glasses to hopefully distract from the state of my face, and put some coverup on the worst blemishes even though I was afraid that it would make them worse.) I have also put in a call to my dermatologist to say WHAT IS HAPPENING and I am hopeful he will have some suggestions. This is mainly a “just venting” post, because everyone’s skin is different and because at this point I will probably only do what my dermatologist suggests, but of course if you also have papulopustular rosacea I would love to hear what has worked for you, and I would love to hear any thoughts about Going In Public When You Don’t Want To.
  • Aging Disparity: Clearly, this skin thing is a result of my advancing age; it is apparently a Known Thing that can develop during perimenopause. It’s just the latest example of my forties not going great, health wise. I mean, I am very blessed with overall good health. I do recognize that. But the plantar fasciitis and the skin thing and a couple of other small things I have yet to check out so therefore don’t know if they are just Regular Things For People Of This Age Group or Things We Should Treat make me kind of disgusted with this decade already. Then there’s my husband, who is six months my senior. He is having NONE of these issues! He is getting better and more appealing by the day. His patients compliment his hair. He has been trying to lose a little weight, and it seems to just fall off. He has been biking a lot and his calves are, well, they are beautiful. He has always had nice legs, but I didn’t even know I found calves attractive until he toned and chiseled them with all this biking. Ahem. Apologies for the tawdry turn. He does have a few more white beard hairs, but of course they just make him look distinguished or maybe a little less like he just graduated from medical school. His feet never hurt. He never has trouble sleeping. His face is handsome and clear. Even the gradual deepening of those little parallel lines between his eyebrows makes him look thoughtful and concerned rather than wrinkled. I am glad he is healthy and thriving (and attractive), don’t get me wrong. But IT IS DEEPLY UNFAIR.
  • Pity Party, Over. 
  • Dinners This Week: I suppose I really should think about what to make for dinner. Even if I really, really don’t want to. This sheet-pan miso honey chicken with asparagus sounds pretty good. I can work up some enthusiasm for this lemony cucumber couscous salad – maybe with some grilled shrimp? How about some chipotle pork chops with some sort of vegetable – broccoli, maybe?
  • Romance Novel: Recently, on the recommendation of Nicole, I read this book… which I LOVED… and immediately decided I want to write a romance novel. Even though I am not even a regular reader of romance novels, which seems like it would be a huge disadvantage when it comes to writing one. Even though I am 83K words into my thriller that I vowed to FINISH instead of getting distracted with a new project. So I have this whole idea for the romance novel sketched out – but the love interest hasn’t quite taken shape for me yet. There is definitely a very hot and intimidatingly smart veterinarian in town that he used to date, but why did they break up? Why is he still single? What is his Big Flaw? What is holding him back from being with our heroine? Also, I kind of need him to be independently wealthy; I’m not sure HOW it came to be that he doesn’t have to work, but it would be nice if it had something to do with why he resists falling in love with the protagonist. She is a widow, but ready to move on; maybe he also lost someone and is NOT ready to move on? But then… how does the main character bring him around? Hmmm. This is the fun part of writing. The thinking part. The part where the story unfolds nearly flawlessly in your head. The part where you have to WRITE IT DOWN is less fun, unfortunately.

Okay, I tried very hard to come up with a tenth bullet, but I don’t have it in me. We’ll all have to deal with only nine. Fortunately, nine is one of Carla’s favorite numbers, so I think she’d say that this was an ideal situation rather than a failure of imagination. 

What’s new with you today, this first day of May?

Getting Acupuncture (for Plantar Fasciitis)

One of my friends who also suffered from plantar fasciitis recommended acupuncture; she sees an acupuncturist for a lot of things, but one of them was plantar fasciitis and acupuncture is what she attributes to curing her plantar fasciitis. And wow, Lee is so right; we really need a cute nickname for plantar fasciitis because it is a pain to have, to say, and to write. P-Fasch? 

So far, I have had acupuncture five times. Here is my story. (*Law & Order noise*)

Before the Appointment:

The first time I went, I had a few suggestions from my friend which I found very useful.

  1. Wear sweats.
  2. Wear jogging shorts under the sweats.
  3. Always say yes to the heat lamp. 

The person who performs my acupuncture is an ND, a doctor of naturopathy. She works for my husband’s health system, so she is in-network for my insurance. Before I made an appointment, I checked whether our insurance covered the appointments and it sounded like they would not. The first appointment would be $175 and subsequent visits would be $100. Since we have an HSA, and since I would do pretty much anything to get rid of my p-fasch, nope, that is ridiculous plantar fasciitis, my husband and I agreed that I would try it out anyway. (It turns out that my insurance does cover a portion of it, which is fabulous but also makes me roll my eyes because health insurance is SO obtuse; thank goodness we can afford it either way, but SHEESH. If only it were easy to figure out information that would help me make health decisions!)

Prior to my appointment, I had to fill out a huge packet of information. Some of it was the type of data that most doctors collect – basic demographic information, medications, allergies, medical history (mine and my family’s), details about why I wanted to be seen. Some of it was more unusual, like the question, “What would make today’s appointment successful?” which I had no idea how to answer. 

There was also this very interesting sheet that had me detail exactly what was going on. I especially liked all the different options under “Describe nature of pain.” I was a little mystified by some of the questions under “Women Only” (and hope that this hospital system is moving toward updating their forms to be less gendered), but trust that the answers are meaningful to my doctor.

The First Appointment:

The room where the acupuncture took place was a cross between a room at a spa and a generic doctor’s office exam room. It was small and had your typical doctor’s office exam table, but there was gentle spa music playing over a speaker. 

I sat on a chair and the doctor asked me some questions about why I was there. She wanted to know what other treatments I had explored. She wanted to know with great detail and exactness what the pain was like and where it was located. I both appreciated how thorough she was and felt flustered because I wasn’t sure I was describing it correctly. She had me remove my shoes and socks and show her exactly where the pain was located on my feet.

She asked me if I had ever tried acupuncture before, and I said no, and she asked if I wanted a brief overview of acupuncture and I said yes. 

She referred to a large poster hanging on the wall and said that the body has all these channels, or meridians, that travel from one end to the other. By stimulating certain areas of the body, you can affect other, related areas. She showed me the needles, which were much much smaller and thinner than I had anticipated. She asked if I had any questions, and I can’t remember if I did or not. 

I really, really would not want to be the person whose needs resulted in a needle between the testicles and anus.

She told me that she recommended six sessions for plantar fasciitis; I did not ask if that was for plantar fasciitis in general, or just my case. She said it was very important to have them back to back; I can’t remember why, but it may be that the effect is cumulative.

Then she told me remove my pants and get on the exam table. She left the room. I was very glad that I had followed my friend’s advice to wear running shorts. The table was covered with a generic sheet of exam table paper, but she had put a cylindrical pillow on the table as well as a sheet folded in half lengthwise. I lay down and put the sheet over my bottom half, but it barely covered the shorts region, so I was doubly glad I was wearing them. 

She came back into the room and had me remove my watch and glasses. Then she asked me to relax my legs over the cushion in the center of the table while lying flat on my back. This hurt my lower back, so I asked if she could provide another pillow and she did; I was glad I asked because I had to lie in that position for nearly an hour and my back would not have liked that. 

I was extremely anxious: this was a new situation and I didn’t know what to expect. She either noticed or I volunteered that information and she asked if I wanted something to help relieve that anxiety. I said sure, and she retrieved a small bottle of something from a drawer and sprayed it under my tongue. I don’t know if it helped, but it was interesting. 

She felt my pulses (she said it that way: pulses) on both wrists. She had me pull down my mask and stick out my tongue. I did it wrong and so she demonstrated how I should do it: let my jaw fall open and my tongue fall out in a relaxed way. She looked under my tongue as well. I wanted to ask her what it was telling her, but I chickened out. She asked if I had eaten breakfast. I hadn’t, because I don’t usually eat breakfast that early (it was 9:00 am); in reviewing the information packet for this post, I see that there is a recommendation to eat before you come. Whoops. 

She started with my feet and inserted several needles in each foot. I think I tried to ask, at first, why she was putting needles in certain places but her answers were not satisfying so I stopped asking. She wasn’t mean about it or anything, it just seemed like the informative portion of the appointment was over and now she was focused on placing the needles. I did not want to distract her when she was inserting needles into my body, I’m sure you understand.

She also put a couple of needles in my knees and then a few in my hands, specifically in my thumbs. Those ones hurt the most. The meaty part of my left thumb burned slightly for almost the entire appointment and then it felt sore for several hours afterward. She put another needle in my scalp. 

When she inserted them, the most typical sensation was a brief spark of pain that immediately subsided. She would flick the needle gently after inserting it, which was very briefly uncomfortable but not painful. There are a few places – my thumbs and the top of my left foot – that are more sharply painful, and for which the pain lasts a few seconds. I have not had any long-lasting pain like I did that first time with my thumb.

She asked if I wanted the heat lamp and I said yes. She positioned it above my feet. Then she dimmed the lights and left. 

My friend says that it’s best if you fall asleep, and I can see why. I am very good at entertaining myself and allowing my thoughts to freewheel around my head, and yet I had a hard time lying there for 40 minutes with nothing but the spa music and my throbbing thumb for company.

After the allotted time, the doctor returned to the room. She turned up the lights and removed the needles (in the same order in which she inserted them). Removing them caused only very slight discomfort. 

Then she told me to drink lots of room temperature water and the appointment was over.

This ear image is really tripping me out.

Subsequent Visits:

I tried to schedule back-to-back appointments with her, but it wasn’t possible. So what I did was skip three weeks and then start again with six back-to-back appointments. Since it had been awhile since our first visit, she took my pulses and looked at my tongue again during my second visit; she hasn’t done that on subsequent visits. She also asked me whether I still get a period and where I was in my cycle, which she hadn’t asked the first time. 

During the second appointment, she put in fewer needles than she had the first time. For instance, she only put needles in my left hand. I said something like, “Only one hand this time?” and she said, “Do you want me to do your right hand?” and I said, “I just noticed that it was different from last time.” “With you, less is more,” she told me. (However, after more visits, it seems like she simply makes decisions the day of the appointment for where to place the needles, and how many. I have had more and less, and they are not always in the same places.)

During the second appointment, she recommended that I soak my feet. She told me to use Epsom salt, rosemary oil, and eucalyptus oil in water that was not boiling but more than hot for twenty minutes each morning. 

Before I left, she also inserted two little acupressure points in my right ear. They were like stickers with tiny hard bumps on them. She said I could apply pressure to them which could help ease the pain in my heel. She said it helps some people but not others; I liked that she was open about the possibility it might not work but that she also gave it a try. The one in the top part of my ear – right under the very top crest of the ear – hurt a lot, and was so sore that I took it off two days later. The one in the bottom part of my ear – just inside the ridge of cartilage that lies atop the earlobe – did not hurt, but came out on its own after about four days. I did not experience any benefit from the acupressure. 

During the third appointment, she inserted needles once again into both hands. I did not ask why; I care, but also… I am just going with the flow. During that appointment she also inserted two needles into each of my ears. I KNOW. It was odd but not terribly painful. Nowhere near as painful as the needle insertion in my left hand. I said something like, “Wow, that hand always hurts so much.” And she gave me a knowing look and said, “That’s because it’s connected to your right foot.” I am not 100% sure what that meant, although my right foot is the one that has the most pain, so perhaps that has something to do with it. I should probably ask more questions, but I’m not sure what questions to ask and I’m too nervous about bothering her.

Going back to the second appointment: At one point, I apologized for being so sweaty. She asked if I was anxious, and I said I didn’t think so; it’s just that my feet were sweaty and I was embarrassed. She stepped back for a moment and said, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about! You should see some of the feet I see!” Then she told me what was meant to be a very comforting story about how some people come in with filthy feet, and how clearly I had cleaned my feet before I’d come in, and had nothing to be embarrassed about. (I had NOT cleaned my feet; I mean, they were clean because I had showered, but they could have had sock lint all over them for all I knew.) I think I prefer if doctors (as well as aestheticians of all kinds) participate in the polite fiction that they have seen everything and it is all normal and nothing bothers them. 

Also, since I was so sweaty, I declined the heat lamp for my second appointment. This was a mistake! Always request the heat lamp!

Something else you should always do? Turn off any alarms you may have set, because you won’t have your phone or your watch and you will be unable to get off the table to do anything about it and Siri doesn’t hear so well when she is buried in your coat pocket on a chair five feet from the exam table. Ask me how I know this.

By the third appointment, I was relaxed enough that I nearly drifted off to sleep. 

During the fourth visit, the needle insertion HURT, especially in my right foot, my left hand, and my ears. I could feel my heel doing this long slow blink of soreness through the entire session, and my left thumb was sore for about an hour afterward. Plus, my feet were twitching during the session which was unusual. (I chickened out and didn’t mention it to the acupuncturist at the end; she seemed a little rushed.) During this session, she put needles in both ears, on the crown of my head, and between my eyebrows. The eyebrows one hurt the least. I did mention that I seemed to be extra sensitive and the doctor suggested it might have something to do with where I was in my menstrual cycle. She didn’t seem perturbed, so I tried not to let it bother me.

The fifth visit was this morning. It was unremarkable, and again I felt relaxed enough that I almost fell asleep. Well, it was unremarkable except for this: I have been having upper back pain, probably because I did a Pilates move horribly wrong. The pain travels down my right arm and into my hand, so it’s not super. I can only lie flat on my back while in bed, and sitting, and especially driving, are very uncomfortable. So I tentatively said that maybe I should make another appointment for this, but I had been having back pain and was that something she could address? She asked a few questions and added a few extra needles to my body. She did so by first pressing on my legs in different areas and asked me to identify the most sensitive/painful points, and then she put the needles there. She did the same thing with the shoulder on the side of my back that hurts. She also asked to look at my tongue again. I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to ask her what she is looking for when she looks at my tongue. I suppose I should look it up.

Results So Far:

Keep in mind that I am only in the middle of the recommended six sessions. (I am not counting the first session in the six, since there was a several week interruption between the first and the second.) Also, at my most recent session, the doctor suggested I make an additional two or three appointments, so it seems like I am really only halfway through.

Is acupuncture addressing my plantar fasciitis? I don’t know. A family member who has undergone acupuncture treatment for a different issue says that she thinks I would have seen improvement immediately, and that wasn’t the case. However, the doctor said it would take at least six sessions, so maybe there is a cumulative effect when it comes to my specific issue? I don’t know. I am tackling the problem from a variety of angles, so it’s hard to say whether acupuncture is helping or not. But I will say that I have noticed a real improvement in my level of pain. It’s not perfect: my feet are still stiff and painful most mornings when I wake up, and anytime I am sitting for long periods (like reading a book or watching a TV show), and some days I still limp around. But my right foot hurts a lot less, in general, that it did previously. Sometimes, my left foot doesn’t hurt at all. And there have been two or three times when I have gotten up – from bed, or from sitting – and my feet have felt entirely normal. One recent Saturday, I had almost no pain the entire day. (This was so remarkable, I kept mentioning it to my husband, who was not as elated as I thought he should be.) And as the weeks go by, I seem to have less and less pain overall. It’s very encouraging! So if acupuncture is part of a multi-pronged approach that seems to be working, even if slowly and incompletely, then I am going to continue doing it.