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I cried quite a bit during my second acupuncture session today. Not really sobbing or anything, but a constant weepy trickle--that is, until my friend the acupuncturist said I should just let it out instead of holding it in. There wasn't any one thing that was triggering the emotion--it really seemed to be everything at once--an accretion of hurts all swirling about and intensifying each other. My dreams last night were like that too--an odd jumble of coded situations and persons that failed to coalesce into any one cohesive or intelligible theme. The oddest image in my dream was of me climbing over rows and rows of washing machines, stopping momentarily to lift the lid on one, to see the reservoir covered with newspaper clippings from the sports section. Basketball: the Suns versus the Trailblazers. A girl decked out in Suns paraphernalia holding a sign reviling the other team. I jotted down the fragments for my own benefit this morning before my session, hoping that I will get some clarity about the pieces later.
After the session, I felt it a lot more than I did last week. The electric ache in certain areas of my body has lingered for most of the day. My left arm in particular, still seems to be retaining the sensations of the treatment. I don't know what this means, or what it will do for me, now or in the future.
After the session, I felt it a lot more than I did last week. The electric ache in certain areas of my body has lingered for most of the day. My left arm in particular, still seems to be retaining the sensations of the treatment. I don't know what this means, or what it will do for me, now or in the future.