I seem to be able to upload photos again so here's yet another hat photo. I'm experimenting with changing the template of the blog as well.
I got my blood drawn today and the nurse just called. My white blood cell count and my neutrophil count are in the low-normal range, which means that I won’t be going to the hospital with neutropenia. My sense of relief is intense.
I spoke to my right arm (using EFT) about taking on all the burden of producing white blood cells and suggested that it might allow other bones to do some of the work. I thanked it profusely for single-handedly rescuing me from neutropenia. It’s an NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) approach to recognize and praise parts of oneself (whether physical or emotional parts) for a job well done and to find other strategies that meet the parts’ needs. It seems to have worked because the pain in my arm has diminished considerably. Now my back hurts, but that’s fine because it’s a different place at least. The unrelenting arm pain was getting old.
I also tapped for hot flashes. We’ll see how well that one works tonight. I find that I have all sorts of energy and ideas for tapping during the day, but I really don’t want to do it at night. All I want to do at night is sleep. Tapping seems to disruptive. I suppose I could imagine tapping instead, but part of the art of doing EFT is using the imagination and being creative and intuitive. In the wee hours of the morning I am none of those things. I’m peevish.
My housemate Stephen loaned me a couple of books on CD that I was able to transfer to my media player. Right now I’m listening to Autobiography of a Yogi, read by Ben Kingsley and it’s so lovely and relaxing. I love being read to. It's time to order some books on CD from the library. I so prefer listening to books over watching television when my brain (and my eyes) refuse to focus on a written page.
I spoke to my right arm (using EFT) about taking on all the burden of producing white blood cells and suggested that it might allow other bones to do some of the work. I thanked it profusely for single-handedly rescuing me from neutropenia. It’s an NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) approach to recognize and praise parts of oneself (whether physical or emotional parts) for a job well done and to find other strategies that meet the parts’ needs. It seems to have worked because the pain in my arm has diminished considerably. Now my back hurts, but that’s fine because it’s a different place at least. The unrelenting arm pain was getting old.
I also tapped for hot flashes. We’ll see how well that one works tonight. I find that I have all sorts of energy and ideas for tapping during the day, but I really don’t want to do it at night. All I want to do at night is sleep. Tapping seems to disruptive. I suppose I could imagine tapping instead, but part of the art of doing EFT is using the imagination and being creative and intuitive. In the wee hours of the morning I am none of those things. I’m peevish.
My housemate Stephen loaned me a couple of books on CD that I was able to transfer to my media player. Right now I’m listening to Autobiography of a Yogi, read by Ben Kingsley and it’s so lovely and relaxing. I love being read to. It's time to order some books on CD from the library. I so prefer listening to books over watching television when my brain (and my eyes) refuse to focus on a written page.
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