I had acupuncture for the first time last week. I hadn’t intended to try it - it sort of happened by accident.
I’ve been having trouble with my shoulder muscles again (anyone who works at a computer for hours on end and then spends their spare time throwing a netball around is asking for trouble, I know).
I tried a remedial massage therapist the week before but after an hour of pummelling, she concluded that not only did I have a slight curve in my spine that needed sorting but my shoulders needed more drastic action.
She suggested I book in with the osteopath in her clinic and they’d “work out a treatment programme for me”.
I’ve been to an osteopath before but moved away and haven’t been able to see him for a while.
He specialised in cranial osteopathy, and after a few sessions where he’d pushed me, pulled me and cracked both my back and my neck (the noise is awful but you feel incredible afterwards), my sessions largely consisted of laying on a couch and him pushing pressure points on my skull. My new osteopath doesn’t do that. He prefers needles.
For the first half an hour, everything went as I expected - the usual “roll this way, roll that way” and the back and neck cracking.
Then he said: “How are you with needles?”
And he was off - two in one shoulder, one in another, three down my spine.
“Now,” he said. “This one’s rather unusual, but don’t be frightened.”
At which point, he stuck one in the crown of my head. Apparently, it releases seratonin and makes you feel amazing.
It didn’t hurt and afterwards I did feel amazing. But it still didn’t take away the fact that after 30 seconds, it dawned on me that there I was, laying on a couch having just let a man I’d never met before stick a needle in the top of my head.
Sometimes, I’m just too trusting...
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