I have been going to acupuncture for a few weeks now. And since I don’t know what is normal, I am starting to get a little tired of needles sticking in my legs and not being able to move.
I have read that there are not supposed to be any side effects and it is not supposed to be painful. I beg to differ on both sides. The first visit was so painful, I thought at one point my leg was going to fall off. I guess it doesn’t help that I do not like needles and can feel each and every needle sticking in my leg for an entire half hour each and every visit. After the first visit I couldn’t walk properly for a full day and after each other visit I feel a little off for a few hours after. And by off I mean scattered in a should I really be driving myself home kinda way.
At my last visit the last needle hit a nerve. Yep, a nerve. The needle was on the outside of my ankle just above the bone, but it send a nerve in the bottom of my foot crazy. It hurt when he put it in, then stopped, then it hurt when he took it out. It was ok for a day but then, I was kneeling yesterday and the pain in my foot was unbelievable. Right now the nerve is throbbing accross the bottom of my foot. And my foot is resting up on an ottoman. Is this good? Should I be worried that the once best acupuncturist is getting a bit old and perhaps not as sharp as he used to be?
Oh yes and the herbal tea. OH the herbal tea. Made me so sick I had to request herbal tablets. I tried so hard to drink the stuff, but just could not get it down at all. Oh what we are willing to go through. And honestly I am not sure he was treating me for the right things. At first he was treating me for miscarriage, then I explained again that Hubby should go too, so he changed it up a bit. Hubby only has to drink the tea, no needles for him, typical. Anyhow, not sure about this whole thing. And just hoping to get some feedback before continuing on.
Almost two years after J last loved swimming, he is back in the pool.
This past Saturday we went on a trip to my cousins, close to Montréal (Nancy, I say close, because if I had been closer I would have stopped for coffee, but alas, I did not make it close enough to your place). There were about 50 people, more of which were kids playing in the inground pool. J kept saying he wasn’t going in, so Hubby sat on the edge splashing with him. I went in and pulled some of my younger second cousins around the pool. After about 20 minutes, J decided he was going to go swimming.
That was Saturday afternoon, he has barely been out of the pool since. Sunday we were in and out all day, to the point that I was exhausted. Monday after supper we spent an hour in the pool. And today we have been in and out. Hubby keeps saying be careful what you wish for, I am just thankful he wants to go in now! I don’t mind playing out back and going swimming.
We have a suit with built in floatation device, I used that today when my girlfriend brought her little girl swimming. That way I knew if I had to grab the other baby, J would float while hanging onto my arm. His suit, which we call the “Superman Suit“, is made by Ironman. It has a full chest and back built in floatation as well as a ring around the neck. Although I would never in a million years leave him alone, etc. it is good to know he can float in it, which he does very well.
Sorry if you don’t hear from me everyday this summer, but we may be a little busy out back in the pool. Marguerita, por favor!!
How is it that a child gets to a certain age and knows which toys need batteries and which don’t?
The batteries in the toy hand saw have been dead for months, and I mean months. All of a sudden this morning J comes to me and says, “Mommy, these batteries are dead, I need new ones”. Now I am sitting here trying to think of something clever to blog about but, all I hear is a hand saw trying desparately to cut through the glass on the patio doors. Oh the pain in my head.
It seems the closer we get to J’s third birthday the smarter and older he seems. Every day is filled with a new expression or interest. And I realize more and more that he is just getting older. That although I will call him my baby forever, he is not in fact a baby anymore.
As I cried in frustration yesterday, J came up to me and said, ” Mommy, after I go potty, I will cuddle you and you will be ok.” How is it that he just knows a cuddle and some cute words from him will be all I ever need? Then of course, I started crying more because he is just so cute and loving and growing up.
Can he stay a baby forever? Or at least a few more years?
