Friday, March 19, 2010

Acupuncture infections more widespread say experts

Reported outbreaks of infections caused by acupuncture may be “the tip of the iceberg” of a globally emerging problem, according to a team of microbiologists.

Professor Patrick Woo and colleagues from the University of Hong Kong are calling for funding to ensure a proper set of infection control guidelines are in place.

The principle of acupuncture is that, by inserting and manipulating very fine needles into specific points of the body, the free flow of Qi – or energy – can be re-established and natural healing responses triggered.

In an editorial in the latest edition of the BMJ, Woo argues that acupuncture may pose risks to patients as needles are inserted up to several centimetres beneath the skin.

Infection related deaths

He writes that there have been about 50 cases reported globally of infections caused by failure to disinfect the skin properly. While most patients recover from infections, says Woo, “five to 10% died of the infections and at least another 10% had serious consequences such as joint destruction, paraplegia, necrotising fasciitis, and multiorgan failure”.

Woo says that, apart from the risk of bacterial inflections, acupuncture could contract the hepatitis B and hepatitis C viruses as well as put themselves at risk of HIV infection.

New 21st century threat

The Hong Kong team add that in the 21st century a new clinical syndrome has emerged – acupuncture mycobacteriosis. This, they say, is an infection caused by mycobacteria that rapidly grow around the acupuncture insertion point as a result of contaminated cotton wool swabs, towels and hot-pack covers. The infection eventually leads to large abscesses and ulcers.

Woo writes that there have been two large outbreaks of mycobacteria associated with acupuncture, which affected more than 70 patients. However, he adds that acupuncture related infections are underdiagnosed and “case reports and outbreaks of acupuncture transmitted infections may be the tip of the iceberg”.

The authors conclude that “to prevent infections transmitted by acupuncture, infection control measures should be implemented, such as use of disposable needles, skin disinfection procedures, and aseptic techniques. Stricter regulation and accreditation requirements are also needed.”

UK patients “safe”

Ulrike Wirth, Safe Practice Officer with the British Acupuncture Council (BAcC), emails us to reassure patients in the UK that preventing any infection “remains the highest priority for the BAcC, and it maintains constant vigilance to ensure that the codes which govern its members’ work are up to date and effective”

The BAcC, which represents around 3,000 acupuncture practitioners, says its members are bound by a Code of Safe Practice which sets benchmark standards for best practice in acupuncture.

“The BAcC is well aware of the research featured in the BMJ, first reported some years ago,” says Wirth. “It remains confident that its own Code of Safe Practice, drawn up in consultation with Professor Norman Noah, the UK’s leading authority on skin piercing and hygienic procedure, fully protect any patient of a BAcC member from risks of this nature and is not aware of any infection of this type having been reported in the UK.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

The problem with pregnancy tests. . . .

The problem with pregnancy tests is that apparently one can be sort of pregnant.  At least that’s how it seems.  Let me backtrack.

I took an early pregnancy test on Thursday.  Up until now, I have avoided these types of tests, preferring to hold onto the idea that I might be pregnant and going the route of not knowing.  On Thursday I took the test in the name of science.  After all, I had been tracking my ovulation and measuring elasticity and avoiding all kinds of hopeful thinking by charting my cycle.  I figured that if there was a chance I was pregnant and it just didn’t stick, I wanted to know.  I wanted to feel confident in my scientific method.  So I took the test.  Thursday was perhaps one of the worst days I have had in several years and I ended it by taking a test I was pretty sure would turn up negative.  It did.  You perceptive readers will notice that I ended my day with a pregnancy test-not the best idea if you’re looking for a super accurate reading.

The problem with early pregnancy tests is that they don’t eradicate all of your hope like getting your period does.  I mean, it could be wrong, right?  There’s a chance I just took the test too early, or at the wrong time of day.  With only a sliver of what I felt was truly unsupported and unreasonable hope, I commenced with hurrying up and waiting for my period.  It was due Monday.  I was walking around with panty-liners in my underwear and going to the bathroom every ten minutes to check.  Wednesday rolled around and I still had no definitive sign that I was not pregnant.  But, I did have acupuncture (yes, found someone to treat me, willingly and with enthusiasm in fact–call female practitioners for these types of things) and she needed to know if I was pregnant;  the treatment varies depending on your bun-in-the-oven status.  So I took a test again Wednesday morning.

It was negative.  So, I went in and got dressed so I would be ready to go when the girl woke up.  And I looked at it just one more time, just in case.  I am the most hopeful person in the world.  It wasn’t negative anymore.  But it wasn’t positive either.

Pregnancy tests (or at least the one I took) work like this:  One line means you’re not, two lines means you are.  The first line shows up immediately, as soon as your pee touches the stick.  A second line shows up as soon as the test detects the pregnancy hormone in your urine.  When I took the pregnancy test that told me the girl was on her way, both lines showed up at the same time and in full force.  There was a second line on the pregnancy test I took Wednesday morning, but it was so faint, so meager, so feeble.  I told my husband to wake up and look and tell me what he thought.  He said his eyes were too blurry and he thought there was a line, but not enough of one to be pregnant.  I agreed.

But still, if there is any trace of pregnancy hormone in your urine, doesn’t that mean you’re pregnant?  I looked it up.  And yes, in fact, even feeble, faint lines are a positive.  So, I am pregnant.  But the test was so iffy, so insecure in its results.  I only feel a little pregnant.  I am not going to get excited, I am going to wait and make sure.  I go to the doctor Tuesday.  Hopefully their tests are more reassuring than mine.  Or, maybe I’ll just be all the way pregnant by then.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

an empty heart...can be a good thing

It is strange to wake up in the morning (not at 6:30 either), and not have to get dressed for work.  Or at all, if I don’t want to (don’t worry, I do anyway).  I don’t have to pack a lunch, get in the car and drive away, leaving my poor doggy watching at the window.  I don’t have to sit at a desk and stare at my computer screen all day long.  I don’t have to stare yearningly out of the window as the sun rises and sets while I’m stuck inside.

It feels great.

And weird.

Because I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, I stay up with my honey until he’s ready to go to bed – which hasn’t been too late, thankfully.  That means that every night I get to fall asleep with his arms around me, and even when we roll away in different directions in the night, by morning we’re back in each other’s arms.  For some reason, when we start the night out asleep separately…that’s the way we stay for the rest of the night.

The other night, he read in bed for a few minutes before we turned the lights out, and I just laid next to him and stared at his face.  I felt a strange feeling…a euphoria almost.  I just couldn’t believe my luck at having a husband who worked his butt off so that I didn’t have to, at that very moment I was just so extremely happy.

At first I was a little worried that after I quit, Hubby would start feeling more stressed out about the sole breadwinner.  I felt a little worried that he would resent having to get up at 5:00 for those early drives down to D.C., when I got to sleep in, and  too guilty to actually sleep in – I got up at 8 am almost every day last week!

I think in fact, it’s had the opposite effect.  He’s been relaxed and confident in his ability to bring home the bacon, and I think a little relieved to see the huge weight that’s been lifted off my shoulders.

I’m still trying to figure out what my day-to-day is going to look like.  The first couple days home (the ones not spent traveling to Mexico or Canada) I spent cleaning out my kitchen cabinets and pantry, cleaning out the front coat closet, and sending a few boxes to Goodwill.  I’ve hit a wall energy-wise, though, the last couple days.  Once I get going, I’m fine, but I really am lacking the motivation to get up and get started on anything at all.  I need to move upstairs and continue going through closets, bathroom cabinets, etc.  I haven’t done that though – I’ve just been fixing myself cup after cup of tea, reading, playing online, and petting my doggy.

In acupuncture today, Dr. Jen said that the last treatment we’d done was to help clear out the sadness from my heart that I was feeling after our friends’ pregnancy announcement.  The lack of energy, or motivation rather, that I’m feeling is because my heart is struggling to deal with the grief that comes after the sadness.  Today’s treatment had the goal of an empty, or balanced, heart.  She said that I may feel more energy, but that I shouldn’t run around trying to get everything done while I had the energy, and to just concentrate on relaxing and allowing my heart to be rejuvenated.

I think I can do that :) .

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Health Care Without Drugs

I had acupuncture a few times.  When I was still teaching, I saw a chiropractor once a week during the school year. Both of these techniques worked for me without the need to take dangerous drugs. Have you ever read the warnings on prescribed drugs? Those descriptions are scary and have stopped me from taking what the American doctor prescribed more than once.

acupuncture treatment

The history of acupuncture goes back over 8,000 years. One would think if it didn’t work, this medical practice would have ended long ago. Even stingy American health insurance companies pay for acupuncture treatments. Here’s a list. (http://www.msingler.com/insco.html)

The warnings on muscle relaxants scared me enough to try a chiropractor. I’m glad I did. The history of Chiropractic Care has been traced back to China (2700 BC) and Greece (1500 BC). The dates show that this practice started in China. My health insurance paid for Chiropractic and many other plans do too.

Read Attitudes Toward Health Care in China at http://wp.me/pN4pY-bC

 

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Monday, March 8, 2010

peaceful sailing

The ancient teachings of Buddhism focus on happiness as the ultimate goal of life. According to the Buddhist philosophy, true happiness can be deliberately attained at all times, and not just in the fleeting moments of pure bliss or past pleasant memories. Finding inner peace and contentment when things are working well, as well as when life is more tumultuous – this is true happiness. Developing this ability is to cultivate the Buddha nature within every human being.

Max* isn’t a fan of needles but, like a child, he loves to come into the acupuncture clinic and stick his tongue out. In Chinese medicine, the tongue is a diagnostic tool, indicating states of existing patterns within the body. Some patients find it difficult to find humor as they go through cancer treatments, Max is able to find joy amidst difficulties. He speaks of the desire to go back into remission but is also aware the lymphoma may come back. Yet it is also clear that he knows he can’t spend much energy focused on that possibility. At the end of the acupuncture session, he arises with a calm but happy character. ‘I will see you next week,’ he says, ‘ where I’ll have some fun and stick my tongue out at you three times.’ I imagine his humor is not reserved just for his acupuncture visits and suspect it provides him with joy and strength to sail as peacefully as possible through each day.

*All patients’ names have been changed.

[Via http://whenabuddhagetscancer.com]

Monday, March 1, 2010

Yesterday's Retreat

Everything is quiet this morning, my mind is silent and I know that it is thanks to yesterday.

After a dose of early morning writing, I motored off to Manhattan in my Mini. Now that I have got used to it, I love, I love driving it. I love driving around with Andrew’s name on the number plate, actually the number plate is Andrew’s name : ANDREW20 – twenty is his age.

Anyway, as I mentioned at the beginning of yesterday’s post, I spent the day at a retreat led by one of Amma’s Swamis.

I arrived a few minutes late, the guided meditation had already started, I slipped quietly into a chair and closed my eyes.

Swami’s warm, Indian voice was like balm and I was able to soften and relax. Focusing my attention between my eyebrows, the location of the mystical third eye, I imagined Andrew’s smiling face. I found myself smiling back and crying. The pit of my stomach was throbbing with deep emotions, my favorite, I discovered, was sadness. I found myself most comfortable wet with tears, than with a smile on my face.

During a break, people I hadn’t seen for a while came up to me and I was thankful for what I knew was the gloomy look on my face. Imagine smiling, worse still, laughing with all the sorrow that filled my heart.

The fear of smiling comes with the fear of further loss, as though smiling equals letting go of the sorrow which would like letting go of Andrew.

But as the day wore on, with more meditation, chanting, singing, and been surrounded by my spiritual family; the stubborness that held the sorrowful look on my face softened it’s grip, and although I cried, I also smiled and laughed.

Being around Amma, I have met many wonderful, interesting, gifted people. And I was happy to see that Doctor Weng who lives in San Diego, was there yesterday. She is a longtime devotee of Amma, and the most gifted acupunctirist I’ve ever met.

Originally born and trained in China, Dr. Weng has great healing abilities. Her knowledge of acupuncture, together with her formidable intuition, allow her to pinpoint the source and seat of buried emotional traumas, as well as physical problems (often the result of emotional unwell) with a light touch of your pulse.

Just sitting next to her, I found comfort. She reminded me of the importance of letting the departed continue on in their journey unencumbered by our grief:

“It pulls them back,” she said in her heavy Chinese accent.

“What can I do? ” I asked her. “I can’t help it, it hurts, I miss him, I can’t accept that he’s gone.”

“He’s not gone; you know that,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes while pressing her bony fingers on my wrist. “He’s okay, he is saying not to worry about him. When you feel pain, sadness, tell yourself that it does not help your son. Keep telling yourself that, it will help you.”

“And what about the rest of my family,” I said. “They are suffering too.”

“But if you are well, if you are strong, they will be well too. Do you have a picture of your son?” She suddenly asked.

“Yes!” I said jumping up to go and get my purse.

“This is Andrew,” I said handing her the precious picture.

She took it and held it for a long time, looking at it intently, running her fingers over it.

“He is a very special soul,” she said. “He was a Shao Lin Monk in a previous life, look at is eyes.”

Somehow her words rung true. Looking at his pictures, I’d often felt that Andrew’s was an advanced soul. When he was born, people in family often said that his eyes looked mature and wise.

“Andrew spoke Chinese,” I told Dr. Weng. “He chose East Asian Studies and Mandarin as his major. From the beginning he did well in Chinese.”

“I know,” she said.

“In fact,” I continued. “He signed his name in both English and Chinese. And, he was a formidable fencer.”

She chuckled at that. We hugged each other then I left her in peace.

My mood shifted and with my spirits lifted, I found myself more connected to my son now than when I went around feeling and looking like the picture of the sorrowful mother.

When I went to bed last night, I felt a lightness that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

My mind is still quiet and peaceful this morning. I smile at Andrew’s pictures and I see and feel him smiling back at me.

Please let it last!

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