Stabby stabby needles

I had my first acupuncture today - I thought we'd just enjoy a little chat and she'd warn me in advance of imminent stabbing. But no. She practically threw a needle into my skull like a dart player to prove it didn't hurt, then proceeded to stick needles in me in various locations, none of which were actually painful except my right wrist. I mentioned my discomfort and was informed the ones you feel are the ones you need to feel most - and turns out my specific pain point was my Heart Protection spot. You know. Like... Where I keep all my emotional walls of barbed wire, bricks and incindary devices to keep people out of my hurt zone. Doesn't sound like me at alllllll. I very nearly had a complete mental breakdown, and I'm not one who is open or receptive to 'relaxation' and meditation, but low and behold after a half hour of listening to a meditation with constant 'shhh! Stop thinking!' Thoughts to myself... I could hardly summon the energy to lift myself off the bed. I felt pleasantly heavy and nicely groggy, but weirdly.... Not traumatized. I don't do needles. I don't do relaxation. I don't do talking openly about the issues I'm having that made me google good old fertility support options. And yet.. Here I am, chilled out, not all up in my head with horrid thoughts, not totally dreading a repeat pincushion experience next week. I actually feel kind of... Not like myself. I am informed I should have renewed energy, a higher level of self acceptance (couldn't be a whole lot lower) and a positive pregnancy test by the end of January. I should be able to wean off the medications I am on, be able to carry to full term and have a less stressful pregnancy and birth and all that jazz. I shall remain hopefully optimistic and see where this stabbing goes.