Now that I am back to work and have also received a level three Reiki attunement, life is much different than it was before. I have met some wonderful new people and been able to participate in a healing circle on a regular basis; I have returned to my hot yoga practice, and I have not so successfully tried dating again. Life is mostly all good. Certainly, other people in this world have more difficulties than I am experiencing at the moment.
One of my difficulties has been a health health issue that has come up. I will not mention the details because to most of my blog readers, it would be entirely too much information. However, it is, at least in part, something I have experienced before. The conventional treatments require general anesthesia, and surgery. So, I am exploring alternatives to these options even as we speak. In my reading, I have discovered several remedies that will help said problem, but there isn't an alternative that eradicates the issue. This is where the Reiki master and the Registered Nurse conflict with each other. Conventional wisdom says to just have surgery and be done with it. The human part of me says, "NOOOOO, not another surgery! I have been here and done this before. NO MORE. The Reiki master in me says to take the gentler, kinder approach to my body and search for alternatives. Surgery is really a violent thing and should be avoided, if possible.
General anesthesia and the constitution of this redhead just don't mix well. The last time I had surgery, I came out of the anesthesia and wasn't breathing. I was so drugged that I didn't care. I saw the ceiling light, and I heard lots of feet rushing my way. The anesthesiologist was tapping me and telling me to breathe. I still remember that breath. It felt like my alveoli had collapsed. Don't ask why I think that, I don't have a good answer. At any rate, taking that first breath felt like a thousand little fires in my chest. It was as if each alveolus had heartburn and that acid was burning through my chest.
In the months after that, I had a hard time because I had 'phantom' pain where the excision occurred. It was a much more emotional experience than I thought it would be. I spent months going in and out of the doctor's office, and I felt more like one of the doctor's 'herd' than a real person. I can most definitely avoid being part of that 'herd' again, but in truth, I would rather avoid the whole hospital encounter. I spent years working in one. I will leave it at that.
Until next time, the adventure continues!
|I miss my sweet dog, Ruby Slippers.|