This week has been rough, my friends.
It all started last week Friday, the day before I wrote last week’s article.
I had been back from Spain for less than 48 hours. Thursday, I got caught up at my bookkeeping job, so that was good. I was planning to fly from Colorado Springs to Durango for 5 days on Friday. A big part of me knew it was nuts to travel again so soon, but I had planned it all out weeks ago, and it seemed like the best time for me to go. It’s only about a 5-1/2-hour drive, but I knew I didn’t have it me to drive. My youngest daughter has an extra truck that I could drive there, provided it didn’t snow, since her primary vehicle looks like it would be good in snow, but it’s terrible. But also, depending on when I was going to land and fly out later the following week, was going to involve having to arrange rides. Also, I stay at a friend’s adorable little apartment on her property when I go, so she would some work to do to get it ready. I was already feeling anxious about people having to go out of their way to accommodate me. I truly believe them that they don’t mind, but it still feels out of my comfort zone to have to ask anyone for anything, especially since I wasn’t sure if I would be arriving at noon or 8:30 p.m., meaning two or three people (all of whom I was excited to see at some point during my trip) had to plan around contingencies, that might involve me, in their day.
Based on flight loads, it looked like it would likely be a long day, with an 8 hour layover in Dallas, but I thought I could deal with that since I could get my article written during that time. There was a possible earlier flight from Dallas to Durango, but since I fly standby, I knew it was highly unlikely I would get on that flight being number 4 in line, with only 1 seat available, on a smaller, regional airport sized plane. With only 3 flights per day, people don’t tend to miss the earlier flights.
I boarded the plane in Colorado Springs. As I was walking up the aisle, I made eye contact with a man in first class who was sitting with whom I assumed was his wife and he smiled. It was such a genuine smile, it really took me aback and I smiled in response, first at him and then also toward his wife, who happened to be looking down at the time. I felt an odd sort of relief that she hadn’t noticed our exchange because I’m hyper sensitive when I see a man who is with a woman, connect in any manner with another woman, because I watched my own husband check out other women in front of me, as well as felt when those women then felt they had some sort of connection because they had been noticed …uh, no, he’s just a “sexual objectifier” and your what caught his eye “this time”. Even though this man’s vibe hadn’t been that he was checking me out, I “noticed” my wanting to include her in my energy response.
As I approached my seat, knowing it was a middle seat in an exit row, I was momentarily disappointed to see there would be a man on either side of me. I’d typically much rather sit by women. To be honest though, I always hope whoever I’m sitting by doesn’t want to talk to me. I was carrying my briefcase and C-Pap case and also a carry-on roller bag that was packed to the gills. I threw the C-Pap case in the overhead bin and planned to put the briefcase under the seat in front of me. The man on the aisle seat asked if I would like help putting my suitcase overhead. Normally, I would say “no, I got it”, but I had started to lift it and felt a resounding “ugh” from my body. I really was tired, having left for the airport at 5:00 a.m. and so I said “yes, that would be great, if you could put this up there for me I will be the best middle seat companion you’ve ever had.” Towering over 6 feet, he lifted it no problem while I climbed into the middle seat and grabbed a couple things out of my briefcase before stowing it away.
One of the things I got out was my new-ish “wander plus neck pillow”. I recently lost my regular neck pillow at the airport in Detroit, and had finally broken down to buy this one, which I had also used on my non-first-class flights to/from Madrid. It is designed to keep your mouth closed and somehow stops your head from flopping forward once you fall asleep. I usually have no problem falling asleep on a plane, but the middle seat, which is not uncommon to be assigned when flying standby, is the worst. I hate not having the window/wall to lean my head on, and instead keep jerking awake as my head pulls my body forward as I’m falling into a deep sleep. I’m also embarrassed worrying I’m snoring (and drooling) when I’m sleeping on the plane.
As he takes his spot next to me, I say “thank you so much, getting my bag up and down from there is the worst thing about flying.” The guy in the window seat says, “at least you hope so.”
“Helpful guy” asks me if I like the neck pillow, as he has been thinking about getting one. I say I actually really do like it, and it does seem to help me get far better quality of sleep on a plane, arriving feeling surprisingly refreshed. I tell him it was a good Facebook popup ad purchase, which I typically avoid getting sucked in by. As I’m sitting there holding my earplug container, feeling very sleepy and looking forward to us taxing to the runway so I can put them in and settle in for my nap, I can’t help but notice how relaxed my energy is, and that it is because both men seem like such nice people. I also notice how unusual that is for me, to feel so relaxed while sitting next to men in general. If a man is talkative, even to the level of what feels like flirting, I can sometimes feel an underlying energy of expectation and/or hostility if I don’t respond a certain way. If a man acts as though there isn’t even another human being sitting next to him, I can especially feel an underlying level of hostility. But it is rare that I feel peaceful energy emanating from a man I’m sitting next to, particularly on the close proximity of a plane.
I didn’t even notice that I typically felt this, until I had just now experienced not feeling this.
But also, I realized that it was likely a result of me changing, as well. Of being open to the possibility that there are good men out there. I mean, I know a few. But not many, who really register on my radar as being truly good, trustworthy men with no expectations whatsoever from me.
There has been a trend on TikTok, etc., of women answering the question “would you rather see a bear or a man if you were alone in the woods?” Every woman, unsurprisingly, says “a bear”. The reasons vary, but most common is that a bear at least belongs in the woods or the bear is probably just as scared of you. I heard one woman say “I’d rather possibly die from a bear attack than survive what might happen with the man”. You get the picture. One woman asked her husband “would you rather our daughter see a bear or a man if she was lost in the woods”. You could see the aha moment when he actually had to pause and think about what might be worse. Then she asked him if he would rather she see a woman or a bear, and without pause he said “a woman”.
After an abnormal amount of time without the plane having yet backed away from the gate, I heard two men behind me discussing if they wanted to get an Uber to the Denver airport to fly out of there instead. What?! It sounded like they were talking about now, and sure enough, helper guy tells me he just got a notice on his phone that the flight we were on was now showing a two-hour delay. Ugh. Were we going to have to sit on the plane for two hours? Having worked at the airport, I know what a big deal it is for a flight considered “closed” to be “reopened” in order for passengers to disembark. I talked to both men about our connecting flights/home airport and I told Mr. window seat I was holding him responsible for the delay, for saying “you hope” after I had said putting my bag in the overhead bin was the worst part of flying. Thankfully, the pilot announced they were letting us off.
I made my way over to an empty gate area and sat in a seat. I pulled up the connecting flight information and realized even if the delay didn’t end up taking the whole two hours, there was probably no way I would make the earlier connection I had been praying for so that I could have lunch with my friend who was “standing by” to pick me up. As I sat there feeling as though I could so easily fall asleep, I started to feel the first real signs of jet lag from my flight two nights prior. Did I really have it in me to spend what could still be 6 hours or so in Dallas? I even know of a great, relatively quiet work spot in the Denver airport, but I worried I wasn’t in the right mood to write. How annoying would it be to sit there for that long and not get my next post done. That would mean that I would waste all of Friday just trying to get to Durango, and also not be able to visit with anyone much of Saturday since I would need to be writing. That would give me only 3 days to see the several people I wanted to see, one day/night of which I wanted to spend with my younger daughter.
I decided to text my cousin who had driven me to the airport to see if she might happen to have been unable to fall back asleep. I felt terrible asking her to come back to get me, but figured if she was laying there awake, I’d take her to a cool brunch place for breakfast. She didn’t answer. I was glad she had been able to fall back asleep.
I texted everyone I had planned to see in Durango and told them I was probably going to cancel my trip. I cancelled my massage I had been so looking forward to.
Then they announced overhead that the flight was reboarding. It had been only 45 minutes. Be careful if your flight ever gets delayed because the time can change at any moment and it’s a classic way for standbys to get on a full flight when passengers go to a loud bar and think they have longer than they ended up having to get back to the gate. Of course, that usually isn’t the case on early morning flights. Multiple people had to leave their breakfasts after having ordered, only to rush back over an hour earlier than they thought they had to.
I texted a few people to say…”well, maybe I am still coming.”
But as I sat there texting, my energy was fading fast. I can’t do this. I just don’t have it in me. I checked Ubers in the area and there were plenty so the price was reasonable. It took everything in me to cancel my flight reservation knowing that I’d lose my place in the standby order, so there’d be no turning back. If there had been any chance of getting on the earliest connection, I might have, but even reboarding earlier, by the time we took off I’d probably get there as the other plane was already starting to board, and most likely in another terminal altogether.
I texted everyone to say… “I’m definitely not coming.”
I started walking the other direction as everyone was lining up to board. I was glad to not have to ask helpful man to pick up my suitcase for me again, though I had been so grateful when he had also gotten it down for me when we were getting off.
As I got closer to the airport entrance, I checked the Uber app. Suddenly Uber prices had tripled. WTF?! So, I sat down for a minute. I felt so out of breath. Had being in Spain for a week messed with my ability to adjust to the high altitude I lived in. After about 5 minutes, I checked again. Not only was there one inexpensive Uber in the area, but it was also an UberX, which meant a larger, usually more comfortable car in the area. I booked it. She was there in about 3 minutes. She was a chatty driver. Normally I just want to be in my own little world, but I was feeling the relief of my choice to go back home whereas for days I’d been gearing up to push my will. When I’ve decided I want to do something, it is easy (but not a good idea) to force it rather than listen to my body’s signs to let it go.
The driver said, “I’ve only been driving for 6 weeks”, then she clarified, “For Uber, that is, not that I’ve only had my license for 6 weeks, lol.” She said she was struggling to make ends meet and at her age, was finding it difficult to get hired in an office job. She was using oxygen. She told me she was pre-diabetic. She said she would qualify for social security in one year and was trying to see if it was financially worthwhile driving for Uber while renting a car with unlimited mileage. It was an electric vehicle. I said, “That seems to be a great idea since you don’t have the expense of gas”, to which she responded, “It does cost money to get it charged.” It does???? I had no idea. I don’t know why I assumed those charging stations were free, but I guess someone must be paying for the cost of that electricity. She said that there is only one charging station in Colorado Springs with 3 charging ports. So, if you get there and 3 cars are charging, you have to wait. Can that be right? Electric cars are supposed to be the thing of the future and there are only 3 charging stations in what is a pretty large city. She said most people probably buy charging ports for their homes, which would be easier, but she lives in an apartment. Also, it’s around $2,000 to get a charging port installed. I wondered how much a person’s electricity bill would increase by if they were always charging their cars.
Driving a hybrid Prius, I’ve always appreciated the high miles per gallon I get with my gas usage being offset by the help received from the electricity which is apparently captured when I brake. I always assumed electrical vehicles were even more financially efficient, but I guess the greater point is that they are better for the environment and our heavy reliance on oil (and the many consequences of getting that oil). She said it takes about an hour and a half to fully charge her car if the battery is down pretty low. She said she had started with a full charge that morning and had been driving for much of the past 5 hours. She had made sure first thing that I didn’t need a ride to Denver because she was sure she didn’t have enough of a charge to make it that far, which would’ve been about 1-1/2 hours from the airport. She had paid $15 for the full charge and was heading back there for a second charge after she dropped me off and hoped there would be a charging port available right away.
I gave her a 15% tip, which I don’t usually do with my very occasional Uber rides, but also I usually don’t feel the empathy that arises from hearing about their personal financial situations.
She dropped me off and I put my suitcase on the porch and rather than wake up my cousin, got in my car and drove to the grocery store since I knew I didn’t have anything in the refrigerator, barely having been back in town.
When I was pulling back onto our street, my cousin texted me that she had just woke me up (felt bad about not seeing my text) and could come get me now. I said, “no worries, I’m almost home from the grocery store and I’m going to make French toast and bacon for breakfast if you’d like some”. So, I gleefully got to cooking and enjoying a cup of coffee with my newly purchased heavy cream. It gave us a little more time to catch up since I’d barely hit the ground before almost running off again.
I then took a nap for a couple hours. I woke up with a headache and by the time evening came, it felt like it was going to be worse than my typical occasional headache. I wondered if part of the reason I was so tired was that I was getting sick. The only time I had headaches that felt like this, were the two times I had covid. The first time had been a horrible case that lasted two weeks, that I contracted from my mom before she went in the hospital with covid, and the second time was a much milder case lasting only a few days, but both were preceded by the worst headaches I’d ever had in my life.
Before I went to sleep for the night, I decided to take a Tylenol 3 to be on the safe side. I have a few on hand just in case I ever had such a headache again. I woke up about 6 hours later and knew I had made the right choice. I took another one and every 6 hours thereafter which made it possible to write my post last week Saturday.
By Sunday, I was oddly congested. I have a lot of somewhat alternative things I do when I’m sick, which started from the first time I had covid. As soon as the pandemic had been upon us, I’d seen videos (eventually banned from the internet) from my long-time alternative doctors in Michigan (whose protocols made a huge difference when I was doing various things to help my oldest daughter recover when she was about 3-1/2 from whatever caused her neurological delays and sensory processing disorder).
Their suggestions included taking Zinc, Vitamin C, and Quercetin, but more controversial, using a nebulizer with saline and food grade hydrogen peroxide. I saw first-hand the hydrogen peroxide treatment work when I was so sick, and testing my blood oxygen levels before and after treatments. At that time, I did a treatment every time the numbers on my finger pulse oximeter drop into the upper 80s and immediately after it would be in the low 90s. I had wanted to do anything possible to stay out of the hospital and I believe those treatments are what kept me home.
I have since done such nebulizer treatments if I have a sinus headache and I can literally hear and feel the mucous breaking up in my sinus cavities. I use 30% food grade hydrogen peroxide (which will temporarily burn your hands if it spills on them) and dilute it down to a 3% solution mixed with saline.
I was sooooo happy I listened to my gut about cancelling my trip, even though my mind had been so set on pushing through, and that the universe had given me a second chance to re-evaluate by delaying the flight.
I mentioned earlier that I was “oddly” congested. Maybe the result of doing the hydrogen peroxide breathing treatments, my nose never became stuffed or even runny, though I continued to know I was congested for several more days. I didn’t feel any pressure or pain in any of the areas surrounding my sinuses. There was never any buildup of mucus in my sinuses because it was continuously draining for now going on a week. I never sneezed, coughed, or had chest congestion.
Many years ago, the chiropractor I’ve seen for years explained that when your sinuses are working correctly, mucus should drain down the back of your throat, never resulting in a runny or stuffy nose, nor resulting in mucus in the front of your throat. I’ve had an intermittently painful sore throat, but because it’s so far in the back of my throat, I can’t even see any redness if I look in my throat with a flashlight. Thankfully it only hurts if I swallow, and even that comes and goes, sometimes not hurting at all.
I can’t help but wonder if the Denaroll medical device I’ve been using to straighten my neck has also had a positive effect on the way mucus drains for me, but regardless, it’s been the oddest sickness… like the best possible scenario for mucus drainage, but I have been very blah feeling overall. No motivation for anything. I was particularly worried about the possibility of never being motivated ever again, as I always do (panicking the worst case scenario) whenever I experience a lull in motivation… chronic over-doer that I’ve been most of my life.
Every day I would wake up hoping that I’d be in the mood to do anything, but each day I barely did a thing. It felt good to just rest and recuperate. I had hoped by Thursday I could go get caught up on the bookkeeping, and I felt up to doing it, but didn’t want to take a chance on getting my client or his family sick, being that I work out of an office in his home, so I told him I wouldn’t be over. For days, I tried to summon the energy to do just about anything at all, with no luck, opting instead to stay in bed and watch Netflix. I didn’t even have the reading comprehension to open a book.
Even with my propensity to miss typos, it bothers me that there is a typo in
this meme…but still don’t have enough fucks for me to figure out how to re-do it.
Thank GOD I didn’t make the trip to Durango. I’d have had to put all my dreams of catching up with my friends on hold and wouldn’t have felt right flying without knowing if I was contagious, and I absolutely had to be back by last Wednesday to watch my cousin’s dog while she flew home for her dad’s 80th birthday. I would have been an anxiety-ridden mess wishing I was home in my own bed.
Today, while I write, is the first day that I felt up to doing pretty much anything at all, and even this is going to be short.
I’ve had some interesting dreams the last few days and I suspect this slow-down in my energy is so I can reflect on some of the recent consciousness shifts I am having.
I had a dream that I was at a house I owned quite a few houses ago. While we were no longer a couple, even in my dream, my ex-husband was also there, and I felt like he was trying to impress me by showing how helpful he could be, as he “cheerfully” hung some twinkle lights while I told him how I wanted them. For some reason, I didn’t have a lot of clothes on, possibly a bathing suit, and he over emphasized telling me how good I looked… that he couldn’t believe how thin I was… which I mentally noted as annoying because him telling me in any sort of way that he was attracted to me wouldn’t be something to impress me, especially after wreaking havoc on our lives for multiple years. I pretended I didn’t hear him.
Suddenly, people started showing up at our house. Apparently we had been getting ready for a party. There were a lot of men and many of them were vying for my attention. Interestingly, I didn’t feel threatened by this. It reminded me of when I was in my late teens and early twenties, when I did, however, feel uncomfortable with that much male attention. In fact, I realized, when going over this dream in my mind upon waking, that having been uncomfortable with that much male attention when I was that young surely was part of the reason that I was so hung up on my ex when we first met. I didn’t want to be “available”. While some women thrive on attention from the opposite sex (no doubt out of a whole other response to childhood trauma) I hated being fodder for the opposite sex. I didn’t know how to be with the admiration of men. I had always felt like there was something for me to do. I would often be too “nice” fearing the admonishment of a rejected male. I’d seen my own dad (and many men of all ages) act like a woman was a “bitch” if she didn’t respond appreciatively when he verbally admired her. I wanted to have a partner so I could have that old standby excuse to save me “I have a boyfriend”. The problem was, prior to my ex, there hadn’t been any man I wanted to be my boyfriend. If not for childhood trauma and the resulting co-dependency, a healthier me wouldn’t have wanted him to be either.
One woman who was a friend of mine was also at the party, and so was a girlfriend of hers whom I didn’t know very well. They were both there with their husbands and each one of them was competing with the other, trying to sell me on the idea of dating one of their husband’s friends, both who apparently had expressed an interest in me.
Even in the dream I was surprised that I didn’t have extreme anxiety as a result of all this. Instead, I was lighthearted and didn’t feel the least bit obligated to respond in any particular way to the attention of any of the men. It was all in fun and I didn’t have to be nice or mean or anything at all. I was very relaxed.
A man who had the classic look of a biker, of which I’d never have been attracted to the vibes of at any time in my life, asked me if I remembered him. I smiled (not because I felt like I “should”) and said I did not. He said “remember you were at the shop and I was replacing your windshield wipers?” Suddenly I recalled his face through my windshield while sitting in the driver’s seat. I said “actually, yes, now that you say that I DO remember you. Thanks for suggesting I replace them because I hadn’t realized they weren’t working great. You were so nice.” Then we continued talking and while doing so, I realized he really was such a nice man and that if not for engaging with me in conversation… if not for having the courage to face rejection even after I said I didn’t remember him… if not for being so easygoing about the whole thing whether I remembered him or not… he would have never even registered on my radar as a person of interest. However, I was really enjoying my conversation with him.
He felt so safe. I recognized, while in the dream, that I was experiencing three different versions of him. One where I didn’t remember him, one where I did remember him and recalled his pure helpfulness (not trying to be a good boy so I’d pat him on the head or want to date him) and one where I was getting to know him on a deeper level. Whereas the other men who were at the party were hazy versions of men I knew when I was in my late teens/early twenties, this man was not familiar at all as being anyone from my past. He looked as though he might be Native American. It will be interesting to see if I actually meet someone resembling him in the future or if he was just a random spirit guide there to show me a lesson.
Not long ago I saw a meme, which surprisingly I don’t seem to have taken a screenshot of, that said “Find a man with whom your nervous system can relax around.” I remember thinking there have been VERY FEW men with whom I’ve felt my nervous system relax around. I can probably count them on hand, and to be honest, I can only think of two right off the top of my head, and they are husbands of two of my close friends. I never feel any inappropriate energy from them. They aren’t evaluating if I am fuckable or not and treating me as such, thereafter. They are not trying to impress me. They are not judging me. They are not expecting me to impress them. I don’t register any particular way at all on their radar because they are busy just being themselves and aren’t concerned what their wives are talking about with me.
I noticed that both the experience with the two men on the plane (and having experienced a relaxed nervous system with them on either side of me) and now this man in the dream, seemed to have a similar theme. I don’t doubt that I’ve energetically graduated in terms of actually believing there are good men out there. Men without neediness or need-not-iness. Over polarized in one direction or another. This can likely be said for women as well, but they haven’t been my problem.
A couple nights later, I had a dream in which I was shown why traditional medicine couldn’t help with whatever symptoms I was experiencing with this illness, but then I was shown as being in a healing circle of women who were sending me energy healing and I was told that this was the medicine that was called for right now, and I gratefully received their gift.
For some reason, never having taken the advice she gave me years ago, I remembered my chiropractor telling me that my daughters and I should make this annoying loud snorting sound in the back of our throats (which she demonstrated) to strengthen the muscle in the back of the throat to increase the muscle that allows for and/or pulls the mucous down and out of the back of the throat, like it should naturally flow. Basically, like a really loud snore. I did that on numerous occasions this past week whenever I felt any sort of buildup in the back of my throat, and it actually did help to keep it moving. Although perhaps it contributed to the reason it is sore now.
I have been using a netti pot with a saline rinse a few times a day. One time after blowing my nose afterward, A hard lump about the size of a jellybean came out. Of course, I couldn’t help but squish at it with my finger. It was definitely hardened mucous. It really freaked me out that mucous could solidify into something that solid. I wondered if it had come out of one of those tiny little sinus cavities along either side of one’s nose. I absolutely know this is too much information, but I’ve thought of little else over the week other than how I can’t wait to feel better and what might be causing me to feel so bad.
I hate to be sick. It was so hard to relax the first few days, because sick or not, I judge myself when I’m not productive. As the days ticked on, I beat myself up that I haven’t written a single word in my book for all of April. I reminded myself that I didn’t plan to work on my book for all of April, that I had given myself a pass of sorts to do nothing other than get through the month of April unscathed by the shit show in the galaxy. The book will be done when the book gets done.
Maybe this is old built-up sludge that was stuck in my head for ages that was now draining because the ideology of my thoughts that had kept it stuck was now disintegrating. New possibilities were on the horizon. Maybe the calcification of my pineal gland was liquifying and draining out of my body.
A friend of mine, who did not know I was sick, sent me an article from the New York Times that said there is supposed to be an outbreak of the Bird Flu (H5N1) in humans. Lovely. In reading the article, I found it disgusting to read that the U.S. allows farmers to feed leftover poultry bedding material (feathers, excrement, spilled seeds) to dairy and beef cattle as a cheap source of additional protein. Supposedly the virus has shown up in commercially available milk, though pasteurization is supposed to eliminate it. I do drink heavy cream in my coffee. Of course, now sure I had the bird flu, I googled the symptoms, which also resulted in me reading that bird flu is very rare in humans and is more apt to affect animals. The symptoms are the symptoms of every cold, so of course would be difficult to pinpoint, and I’ve not been around any farm animals or birds out of the ordinary. No doubt other viruses are headed our way, and I don’t intend to get freaked out about the possibilities, nor would I want to scare anyone else with the information, but google research is just what happens when I have too much time on my hands and weird symptoms I haven’t experienced before.
The same friend was only sending me the article to tell me that someone she follows who is well-regarded has said the best chance of halting bird flu in humans is by protecting yourself by ingesting royal jelly, so of course I ordered some. Royal jelly is a gelatinous substance produced by honeybees to feed the queen bees and their young (according to Healthline). Apparently it treats a variety of physical ailments and chronic diseases when used as a dietary supplement. I bought raw honey that is infused with royal jelly, bee pollen and propolis, in hopes that it provides antioxidant and anti-inflammatory effects, especially by helping my throat, which seems to be my last remaining symptom. I drink some mushroom coffee substitute once a day with honey in it and I was running low anyway, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to try this.
I did wake up today with what appears to be pink eye in one eye, but I put colloidal silver in it multiple times and it doesn’t hurt at all, just still appears to be blood shot.
I really hope there is no new pandemic of sorts headed our way.
It feels so crappy to be sick, especially when times are financially more difficult than they have been for so long in this country, and so many people living paycheck to paycheck. Staying home from work while sick is just not a viable option for some people. I was glad I had that choice, but I sure hope I’m better by Thursday, because I hate to get behind on the bookkeeping and Thursday is payroll. I’m also supposed to fly to Michigan this weekend for a few days for a non-emergency heart procedure that my dad is having done. That will be two weeks from first coming down with whatever this is, so hopefully I will be healthy by then.
OMG. I just thought I accidentally deleted this whole article. That tells me it’s time to cut this short and get myself to bed. I just drank a cup of warm salt water and am going to gargle and swallow some colloidal silver and suck on a throat lozenge before going to sleep. I’m looking forward to giving my throat a break. For whatever reason, though I feel the best I have in a week, my previously intermittent sore throat seems to not be ebbing this time around. Do we swallow when we sleep? I guess we must, but I’m hoping I don’t feel it. The pain is down in the cervical/upper part of my esophagus and thankfully only hurts when I swallow.
On a brighter note, one of my readers is a dear friend whose husband is a doctor and she asked him about my foot pain when she was reading last week’s article and she texted me to tell me he said my arch was beginning to fall. Duh. Why hadn’t I thought of that. I had that happen once in my mid-twenties and could not walk by the end of one workday. I went to a foot doctor where he wrapped my arch with tape and told me to take it off in 3 days. No way did I think that was going to work, the pain had been so excruciating, but sure enough 3 days later it was fine.
Somewhere along the line I bought elastic bands for my arches, and I slipped one of those on and kept it there for 3 days straight, only taking it off to shower, and my foot pain is now entirely gone, so while I’m down for the count in yet another way, I’m sure happy I can walk pain-free.
As always, I apologize for any typos and/or grammatical errors I may have missed. In attempting to record a few of my recent articles, I’ve discovered I am way more apt to find errors when I proofread aloud, as though my brain has two chances to catch those errors when both seeing and hearing the words. Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to read it aloud this week, so I will get back to that next week.
Meanwhile, if you can envision yourself as one of the healers from my dream, sending me some energetic medicine, I’d appreciate it greatly!
Sending you loads of love!!
Resonated with you reading this. Thank you!
I love how effective your intuition and dream state is. I also love how you’re willing and able to see the gifts of your ailments and continue to thrive. We are on this journey together, Michelle! I love you dearly! ❤️