I woke up feeling ok this morning, slow, but ok.  I didn’t sleep well at all.

I’m running out of clean clothes and my hair smells funny.  I dropped two pounds.  I thought I had leveled off.  I started my period and the doctor said that’s why I dropped so much suddenly.  It should go back to a pound a day or less.

Know how when you close your eyes you see the last thing you were looking at for a second or two.  When I close my eyes, I see that, but then it splits in two and moves in strange directions.  Kind of weird, kind of fun.

I sat in the sun for a half hour.  I laid in bed and listened to the birds.  I checked email and then listened to the birds some more.  Then nearby someone was shoveling rocks into a truck or out of a truck.  It went on for hours.  I became so irritated.  But that’s good because now I get to work on and clear some of that which is still in me.  I closed the windows and put on my white noise fan.  I am sooooooo glad I brought that fan.  I laid there trying to figure out what sound fit my mood.  Sometimes stuck energy will release from your body easier if it has a sound.  It was a kind of whimpering sound.  I whimpered until I fell asleep.  I woke up when someone decided to rearrange the furniture in the room below me.  I did some toning and felt a little better.

About a half hour later, I felt crappy again.  The doctor told me to try hot water or ice water or to alternate to help the nausea.  I tried the hot water even though the concept sounded yucky.  It was quite lovely and helped.  I think it would have helped a lot more if it had coffee in it.  Later in the day I tried the ice water.  That was even better than the hot water.

I got laundry back – yay clean clothes – yay small victories.  The lady with the singing bowls was back today.  It was in the yurt.  I swear they moved the yurt farther away again.  The yurt is evil.  I almost didn’t go.  I did go and I did enjoy it, but I’m worn out and going to bed early tonight.  I’m slowly getting to the part where I just hang out in bed all day.

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