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Friday, April 28, 2006
Did You Know?
Did you know they tell you not to make any major decisions right after surgery? Yep. Don't know if it's 24 hours or 48.
I said to Mario yesterday, "How long was I supposed to wait until I made any life decisions?" "I don't remember." "Mario, you were supposed to pay attention to that stuff." "I think it was 24 or 48 hours." "Which?" "I think it was 24 hours. And it's been 24 hours." "But what if it was 48 hours?" "It's been 48 hours too." All right then. "Shouldn't you have been paying more attention?" My daily meltdown ensued. Gotta get me some B vitamins. (Stress, don't you know.)
By the way, I highly recommend headphones (or whatever) when going in for a procedure. I used Belleruk Naparstak's Healing Journeys. Plus I added tracks from Songs of the Spirit to the end of her continuous music track to have on during the surgery. (This CD reminds me of our stay in Tucson. I played it every night in the casita, and I had it on when I was working on Church of the Old Mermaids in the Quail House.)
It's weird having things happen during the last few days and not remembering them—it's a different kind of memory loss. I asked for water as soon as I saw Mario after I came out of surgery. I don't remember that. I vaguely remember sucking on some ice chips. Mario put Rescue Remedy on the chips when no one was looking. At some point I asked him for Arnica, although I don't remember that. He gave it to me after we tried to figure out how to do that—because you're not supposed to touch homeopathic pellets before putting them in your mouth. Apparently I finally said, "Oh just use your fingers," and he put one under my tongue. Where does memory like that go? Is it floating around and one day I'll go, "Oh yeah. Arnica." (Arnica helps prevent swelling, bruising. Rescue Remedy helps...rescue someone after trauma.)
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I said to Mario yesterday, "How long was I supposed to wait until I made any life decisions?" "I don't remember." "Mario, you were supposed to pay attention to that stuff." "I think it was 24 or 48 hours." "Which?" "I think it was 24 hours. And it's been 24 hours." "But what if it was 48 hours?" "It's been 48 hours too." All right then. "Shouldn't you have been paying more attention?" My daily meltdown ensued. Gotta get me some B vitamins. (Stress, don't you know.)
By the way, I highly recommend headphones (or whatever) when going in for a procedure. I used Belleruk Naparstak's Healing Journeys. Plus I added tracks from Songs of the Spirit to the end of her continuous music track to have on during the surgery. (This CD reminds me of our stay in Tucson. I played it every night in the casita, and I had it on when I was working on Church of the Old Mermaids in the Quail House.)
It's weird having things happen during the last few days and not remembering them—it's a different kind of memory loss. I asked for water as soon as I saw Mario after I came out of surgery. I don't remember that. I vaguely remember sucking on some ice chips. Mario put Rescue Remedy on the chips when no one was looking. At some point I asked him for Arnica, although I don't remember that. He gave it to me after we tried to figure out how to do that—because you're not supposed to touch homeopathic pellets before putting them in your mouth. Apparently I finally said, "Oh just use your fingers," and he put one under my tongue. Where does memory like that go? Is it floating around and one day I'll go, "Oh yeah. Arnica." (Arnica helps prevent swelling, bruising. Rescue Remedy helps...rescue someone after trauma.)
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