I think I found my first gray hair today.

I blame it on baby loss. I've never been more stressed out and anxious in my life. Nothing has ever come close and I doubt anything could ever beat it, either.

So what's a girl to do, huh?

I mentioned having acupuncture done and I've been going the past 3 weeks now. I like it. I don't love it, but I obviously like it enough to fork out the $20 each time and go 4 times.

Here's what I like:

• It's relaxing. I sit on a heated massage table or in a nice La-Z-Boy recliner for about 30 minutes with nothing else going on around me.
• They play nice, relaxing music that also gives me the sensation of wanting to urinate sometimes. When has water dripping ever been relaxing?
• I might be a masochist. I actually quite like the needles being pierced into my skin. 
• I fall asleep-- the true test of relaxation.
• It's fairly cheap.

Here's what I don't like:

• I'm not convinced it's not a load of BS. Does it really work, or is it just a mind game?
• It costs $20 each time. I know. It's not a lot of money. But it's $20 and I'm cheap.
• I have to drive there and drive back home. Sounds stupid, but driving in traffic and being stopped at traffic lights with people cutting you off (read: Chicagoland drivers are terrible) does not relax me. As soon as I leave, I automatically tense up behind the wheel. That, and since I'm obviously good at being a statistic of bad, rare news, I also fear getting into car accidents.

So there you have it. I've done 4 treatments and the acupuncturist asked me how I think it's been going and if I'd like to continue. He said there are 3 categories:

1. I hate it and never come back.
2. My "issues" are resolved and I don't come back-- at least not until the symptoms return.
3. I continue coming back but less regularly, like 2x/monthly.

I laughed when he said #2 because honestly, will my "issues" or "symptoms" of stress and anxiety ever go away? They'll obviously, hopefully decrease over time, but disappear? Hardly. I've always been a Type-A worrier with a schedule and a plan. Anxiety = me.

Here are some fancy photos I took before I started relaxing, but post needle injection: