I’m like Meatloaf, the singer not the food…
There’s a whole slew of research out there about acupuncture and its benefit for infertility treatments. I am tired and in no way want a repeat of last time so I am willing to do pretty much anything to make this work. At least that’s what I thought.
This specific doctor is the only certified infertility acupuncturist in the metroplex. These treatments would be weekly up until a certain point and then they’d up them to twice a week because apparently once is only good for so long. I had been given two instructions to follow before arriving: eat something and don’t drink anything cold. The first one I can handle but the second one was difficult. I wasn’t sure how she was defining “cold”. I assumed it would be anything out of the fridge and certainly anything with ice. Here’s the thing: I don’t do warm drinks. Most definitely don’t do hot drinks but room temperature is equally as blah. Instead, I stopped drinking a little before lunch just in case. My appointment was just after lunch so I figured I’d be pretty safe.
After an hour of driving which included two highways, three interstates and one toll road, I finally arrived. More than a little stressed. There were ridiculous amounts of paper work to fill out and then a Q&A session with the doctor. Good times. Finally the time comes for me to lie down and have the needles put in. Before she starts, she tells me to stick out my tongue.
“Oh, you dehydrated.”
“Well, I stopped drinking because I couldn’t have anything cold.”
“Oh, yeah, you need drink more.”
“I promise I’ll drink a bottle of water when we’re done.”
“You very dry. Need drink lot of water.”
Okay, is it just me or are we going in circles here. I decided the best thing to do was to not respond so we could move on to the needles.
And they weren’t bad. The worst part was trying to figure out if I could scratch my nose with the needle in my hand. Would it fall out? Would moving my hand make it hurt? And if I managed to scratch my nose, what would start itching next?
Thirty minutes later, I was done. I handed the receptionist, who didn’t have a computer because they book all their appointments in a paper calendar (seriously!), my 85 bucks and headed back out into the traffic.
Whatever relaxation benefits acupuncture provided, it was completely negated by the 3 people I had to blow my horn at on the 75 minute commute back to the office.
Three people! And I don’t use my horn to share my opinion but really, if you just come over into my lane without looking to see if someone’s there, it’s self-preservation and not opinionated.
So today, I found out what I won’t do for a child.
I won’t drive to Dallas.
Oh no, no I won’t do that.
There’s a whole slew of research out there about acupuncture and its benefit for infertility treatments. I am tired and in no way want a repeat of last time so I am willing to do pretty much anything to make this work. At least that’s what I thought.
This specific doctor is the only certified infertility acupuncturist in the metroplex. These treatments would be weekly up until a certain point and then they’d up them to twice a week because apparently once is only good for so long. I had been given two instructions to follow before arriving: eat something and don’t drink anything cold. The first one I can handle but the second one was difficult. I wasn’t sure how she was defining “cold”. I assumed it would be anything out of the fridge and certainly anything with ice. Here’s the thing: I don’t do warm drinks. Most definitely don’t do hot drinks but room temperature is equally as blah. Instead, I stopped drinking a little before lunch just in case. My appointment was just after lunch so I figured I’d be pretty safe.
After an hour of driving which included two highways, three interstates and one toll road, I finally arrived. More than a little stressed. There were ridiculous amounts of paper work to fill out and then a Q&A session with the doctor. Good times. Finally the time comes for me to lie down and have the needles put in. Before she starts, she tells me to stick out my tongue.
“Oh, you dehydrated.”
“Well, I stopped drinking because I couldn’t have anything cold.”
“Oh, yeah, you need drink more.”
“I promise I’ll drink a bottle of water when we’re done.”
“You very dry. Need drink lot of water.”
Okay, is it just me or are we going in circles here. I decided the best thing to do was to not respond so we could move on to the needles.
And they weren’t bad. The worst part was trying to figure out if I could scratch my nose with the needle in my hand. Would it fall out? Would moving my hand make it hurt? And if I managed to scratch my nose, what would start itching next?
Thirty minutes later, I was done. I handed the receptionist, who didn’t have a computer because they book all their appointments in a paper calendar (seriously!), my 85 bucks and headed back out into the traffic.
Whatever relaxation benefits acupuncture provided, it was completely negated by the 3 people I had to blow my horn at on the 75 minute commute back to the office.
Three people! And I don’t use my horn to share my opinion but really, if you just come over into my lane without looking to see if someone’s there, it’s self-preservation and not opinionated.
So today, I found out what I won’t do for a child.
I won’t drive to Dallas.
Oh no, no I won’t do that.
Wow that is brave! I don't really mind needles in the sense I don't freak out about getting blood work done but to have a bunch of needles sticking in me all over??? I'm impressed!
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