The Best Therapy
2013 hasn't been the best year so far for me. I had the flu. Twice. That took from New Years Eve until early February. Then I got a back spasm, probably because I had been lying around for a month getting fat and out of shape. That led to pain medication, and acupuncture, and therapeutic massages, and stretching exercises and TENS and more pain medication and visiting the spine specialist. That led to a fight with our new insurance provider and eventually an MRI and steroid injections will be coming up this Thursday.
I mention all this because I haven't been able to post anything about riding, or training, or eventually gardening, or even cooking. In the end, I can barely walk, sit or stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I am taking so much medication that all I feel like doing is sleeping. Which may be what I'm supposed to do until I get the injections. I don't know!
These times of being an impatient patient are always educational for me in some way or other, though. So far I have learned that my husband really can do it all himself, except the clean dishes sometimes have a little food on them. Riding can't fix everything. The animals we live with are empathic beyond all my expectations. People have and maintain deep connections beyond what is generally accepted or talked about. Mind and spirit facilitate healing.
As I have become less and less able bodied, my husband has quietly stepped up and done dishes and laundry and vacuuming. He has done all the chores, inside and out. He has cooked and straightened the house. It has been seamless. But he looks tired. It's time for me to start pulling my weight again.
Usually when my back acts up, riding makes it feel better. Not this time.
The day I woke up with the back spasm, I was crooked. I went down to the barn and Elvis came up to me and wrapped his neck around me and gave me a big old horse hug. He was very careful. He is not a demonstrative guy. He doesn't hold with frivolous displays of emotion. I swear he knew I was hurting and he was trying to comfort me.
A couple of days ago I was having trouble getting started in the morning and I lay down on the couch for a session with the TENS machine. There are only two in the picture above, but on that morning all four animals that live in the house were right there with me. Jasmine was under my chin, Jasper was behind my knees, Gwynnie had her chin on my feet and Genji was stretched out on the floor next to the couch.
A woman I roomed with for one sememster, freshman year, at Bennington College in1967 contacted me last Friday. She is a long-time practioner of Kototama Life Therapy, and she lives in Santa Fe. I haven't spoken with her for, probably, forty three years. We talked on the phone for a bit last night and she did a remote, or telepathic session for me and my back this morning. I feel better. I have less pain and I have been able to be up and about for several hours at a time, instead of only several minutes.
I have no explanation for most of these things. Skeptics will say that I anthropomorphize the animals and the remote healing was nothing but the placebo effect. I have had many experiences, over the years, with the so-called placebo effect. It is my doctors' best friend: always makes them look good.
I mention all this because I haven't been able to post anything about riding, or training, or eventually gardening, or even cooking. In the end, I can barely walk, sit or stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I am taking so much medication that all I feel like doing is sleeping. Which may be what I'm supposed to do until I get the injections. I don't know!
These times of being an impatient patient are always educational for me in some way or other, though. So far I have learned that my husband really can do it all himself, except the clean dishes sometimes have a little food on them. Riding can't fix everything. The animals we live with are empathic beyond all my expectations. People have and maintain deep connections beyond what is generally accepted or talked about. Mind and spirit facilitate healing.
As I have become less and less able bodied, my husband has quietly stepped up and done dishes and laundry and vacuuming. He has done all the chores, inside and out. He has cooked and straightened the house. It has been seamless. But he looks tired. It's time for me to start pulling my weight again.
Usually when my back acts up, riding makes it feel better. Not this time.
The day I woke up with the back spasm, I was crooked. I went down to the barn and Elvis came up to me and wrapped his neck around me and gave me a big old horse hug. He was very careful. He is not a demonstrative guy. He doesn't hold with frivolous displays of emotion. I swear he knew I was hurting and he was trying to comfort me.
A woman I roomed with for one sememster, freshman year, at Bennington College in1967 contacted me last Friday. She is a long-time practioner of Kototama Life Therapy, and she lives in Santa Fe. I haven't spoken with her for, probably, forty three years. We talked on the phone for a bit last night and she did a remote, or telepathic session for me and my back this morning. I feel better. I have less pain and I have been able to be up and about for several hours at a time, instead of only several minutes.
I have no explanation for most of these things. Skeptics will say that I anthropomorphize the animals and the remote healing was nothing but the placebo effect. I have had many experiences, over the years, with the so-called placebo effect. It is my doctors' best friend: always makes them look good.
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