The Furious Spinner

Wind began again last night. Shaking the house as if to say, "Listen to me! Listen to me!" Woke up from a bad nightmare. Reached out for Mario, touched his skin. Relief. I dreamed he disappeared and I had to dodge dinosaurs to find him. Sounds like a kid's dream, doesn't it?

When it was time to get up, Mario got up first and made breakfast and lunch for me. I listened to the road reports: ice, car accidents, etc. Mario and I decided the news people were exaggerating, but I left early anyway. First Mario scraped the ice off the car windows, started the car, and put the cooler (with my lunch inside) in the car. What a sweetheart!

The roads were fine. The air was bad. I couldn't tell (until later in the day when the air became colored), but I knew an air advisory was in effect. People with respiratory problems—like moi—weren't supposed to breathe the air. (Tell me how we manage that, please.) I guess it was all right for other people to suck in polluted air. It's a strange world.

I got my NAET treatment in Lake Oswego, then drove to my next appointment in Portland. Spent some time with the naturopath. I had told him I didn't want to think of my body as toxic sludge. I like that he listens to me and then adjusts. So he explained what was happening in my body in a different way—using a different story. I liked it better. Then I had craniosacral therapy next door—in the same house. (The practitioners are married.)

I had no idea what craniosacral therapy was before I started it several weeks ago, but she lightly touches me in places that hurt or used to hurt (without me telling her they hurt). Then later I feel sore in old places, and then the soreness eases away. I know that doesn't really describe it very concretely. Describing any of this process is difficult. I don't know why I don't seem to have the words. Maybe it's because I'm still in medias res. Who knows?

Afterward, I ate the lunch Mario prepared while I talked to him on the phone. I cruised up to the medicinary at the Naturopathic College, and then I drove home just about the time the hair stylist drove up to cut my hair. She comes to my house so I'm not exposed to the chems at the shop. Very nice.

Made cookies. A treat for Mars when he got home. And for me.

Mario came home from work. He tried to take a photograph of me so I could show you what my nose and face looks like, before the surgery. But none of the photos turned out. Something vaguely amusing about that.

I took our photo in the mirror as Mario made dinner. Of all the treatments I've been getting, Mario's therapy is the best. He makes certain I have good nourishing food every day. I think that has helped more than almost anything. He's my sweetheart.

That's all I wanted to say. Not exciting but there you are.

May You Breathe in Beauty!

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