Ahh, perspective. Such a wonderful thing.
I went to an Ignite talk the other night (a series of 5 minute talks). One guy spoke of the power of journaling, but how easy it is to fail at.
He instead recommended summing up your day in a haiku (you know, those cute little three line poems with 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, 5 in the third).
Well, here goes:
Swollen, puffy feet
Summer flops are not for me
Feet long to be free
I know, I know…it’s my first attempt.
Got a haiku to share? Leave it in the comments!
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There’s been times on this blog where I’ve complained or wondered about the efficacy of acupuncture. I wanted to share the very positive experience with acupuncture I had this week.
When I first took a chance on acupuncture, I went to an eastern medicine school close to me. They were VERY affordable, at only $25 for acupuncture or herbal recommendations. The only problem was, it was never relaxing.
The students weren’t always sure of themselves and the teachers who answered their questions were teaching more than treating me like a human patient.
And then after they stuck me with needles, they would leave and I could overhear them chatting with fellow students in the hallway. It was not relaxing at all and, being new to acupuncture, I would have panic attacks when they left me in the room.
I gave this clinic about four chances and then pretty much swore off acupuncture. Then my friends started recommending an acquaintance of mine who had just started her own practice. They weren’t just recommending, they were raving.
So despite the hour drive and much higher cost, I decided to go see her. I bought a five session package to save money. So there I was, committing once again to something I’d tried and given up on. I’m so glad I did.
Off the bat, the experience was more caring and relaxing. She took time to go over every bit of my history, from medical to personal, in a very human (read: not just doctor to patient, mhmm, mhmm) kind of way. I found that leaving her sessions would at the very least put me in a better mood. I couldn’t say with certainty that it was helping my RA though.
And then, last week, something very miraculous happened. It had been about three weeks since my last session with her, and I’d been struggling with joint pain and all over aches and fatigue pretty consistently for about a month. I was bordering devastation because I had been feeling so good before and during my March trip to Spain.
Not to mention, I had consulted with a doctor in March who had given me the go-ahead to get off methotrexate since I was doing so well. My constant pain that seemed to getting worse and worse was making me really nervous about getting off MTX, so I haven’t done it yet.
So last week I go to her and tell her the positives – my digestion’s been great, my wrist is no longer shooting nerve pain up my hand – and the negatives – I’m stressed and freaked out, achy all over with pain points in my joints, and struggling with fatigue.
We chatted and she stuck me with needles and let me relax (yes, actually relax) for about thirty minutes. By the time she took the needles out and I left her office, I felt like a new woman. I wasn’t in pain.
Over the last couple of days, I’ve had mild pain in specific joints – my left wrist, my right foot. But that is more par for the course and hasn’t stopped me from signing on for training for a sprint triathlon or running a 15k benefit run for Boston yesterday. The mysterious, horrible, unrelenting all over achiness has lifted.
I don’t know if it was actually being able to relax, or venting my problems, or the needles, but I’m so happy I could kiss her. I settled for sending her this card:
I have now decided to buy 10 more acupuncture sessions with her. I hope each one is as magnificent.
It’s gross, but, then again, so are autoimmune diseases…
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I’m sporting my Barcelona marathon tee in support of the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings and the running community in general.
I watched the tragedy unfold yesterday and was absolutely speechless, horrified, and angry.
Who would do this? Why? And why are they so cowardly, they haven’t come forward to claim responsibility yet? What did they hope to gain if it wasn’t credit for the attacks?
Don’t they realize that runners will not be terrorized. If I’ve learned anything in my year training for my first marathon, it’s that RUNNERS’ SPIRITS WILL NOT BE BROKEN.
We run to defeat all odds and expectations. We run to stay free. We run.
For those who died or lost limbs, my thoughts are with you. This is such a terrible tragedy. You have the support of the running community. An international community of people who will not give up.