Finding a Way to Breathe

I’ve had asthma all my life. It usually gets worse around animals and during cold and flu season but it’s always present and I have to keep a rescue inhaler to deal with attacks. When I was young they would give me breathing treatments when it got really bad but I haven’t gotten those in a while, mostly due to my not having insurance for years. I hoped that one day I wouldn’t have to live in fear of an attack but when I moved to Chicago I found it got much worse. In desperation I found a Chicago acupuncture place that promised to help deal with asthma issues and I knew one of the girls that worked there from college so I figure what could it hurt to try.

I figure it was just a bunch of bologna but I humored my friend who assured me they had many clients that used acupuncture for asthma and that they were given rave reviews every time. I couldn’t wrap my head around how it all worked but like I said, what did I have to lose?

After the first appointment I didn’t immediately notice any difference. It was only after three days from that first visit that I realized I hadn’t had to use my rescue inhaler once. I usually had to use at least one puff per day, at least since I had moved to Chicago. I couldn’t believe that the acupuncture had worked and just chalked it up to my body adapting to it’s surroundings. Then I got winded going up a particularly long set of stairs, and at the top I ran into that same friend from the clinic and she pushed me to make just one more appointment. I did it and strangely enough, I haven’t gotten that tight chest feeling once since. It certainly made a believer out of me.