While we are talking about appreciating our symptoms at the moment of transition

[Guest guest]

I thought I would take a moment and share with everyone a recent opportunity I

had regarding appreciating symptoms at the moment of of transition.

I actually wrote the passage below on 10/28/07.

 

Afternoon everyone,

 

I don't even know where to start. After the emotional cleansing from mid week

last week, we continued with more DSD including programing my system to receive

signals.

 

Ha, ha, ha... that should come with warning labels!

Ask and ye shall receive...

and that is exactly what happened.

 

Yesterday was the 4th day of 100% raw with no overt fats with ease.

I just love that this has become effortless for me!

 

The morning started with me feeling almost high and giddy, so much energy....

you would not believe how much house work you can get done like that. (kind of

ironic now, knowing what came later.)

 

By mid morning I started noticing a twinge of a headache. Not fun, but I had

expected this to happen... I kept my cool and I kept drinking water and going on

with my life.

 

Around 11 am it hit me, and literally felt like a brick hitting me up side my

head. I was miserable from the pain and felt like I could throw up too. By 2

pm the pain was reaching 10 on a scale of 1-10, and I decided the best thing to

do was to take my son to the farm to " help " my husband combine corn.

 

My husband asked if I had called Elchanan yet? I said no, I have a pretty good

idea of what he would say. If you feel like you need to throw, you probably

should....

 

I went home and straight to bed. Even with a cold pack on my head and wrapped

in blanket the dark, silent room wasn't enough. Throwing up didn't work because

it was just dry heaves. So add to my woes a sore mid section.

 

6:30 pm... I am certain that death would be easier and quicker. My husband

called and said this was heading into a hospital visit if it didn't get better

real soon. (I have a long history of migraines, this wouldn't be the first time

it ended in a trip to the ER.)

 

I called Elchanan. It was a rather pitiful phone call. I was laying on the

floor outside the bathroom half way in the hallway and half way in the bathroom.

I was crying. The pain was over the top now.

 

He said I could try eating steamed veggies to slow this down. I was sure I

didn't want to do that because I do not want to start this cleansing experience

over again. And honestly, if I am going to honor the messages from within... I

was getting a clear indication with the dry heaves that I wasn't hungry or

needing to eat.

 

At this point I was really getting afraid that it wouldn't end, and Kevin

would start freaking out to once he got home from the farm. Elchanan agreed to

another phone if needed to reassure Kevin that I was going to be okay.

At the end of the call Elchanan said the pain shouldn't last more than anther

day or two, possibly a week, or a month but for sure by the end of the year!

(even in my worst pain, his sense of humor kills me!)

 

It got alot worse before it got better. You have read this far, so I will

spare you the rest of the miserable details.... trust me it was awful.

 

10:30 pm... I woke up again. Being a little cautious, I just opened one eye

at a time. Checking to see if the blinding pain would pounce on me again. It

didn't. There was throbbing and a twinge of a headache still there.

 

Hmm. Considering the previous pain, this was almost live-able. I had no idea

what time it was, only that it was dark outside now. I called my husband and he

said they were on the way home from the farm. I asked if I should start making

dinner. He said no, honey its 10:30 pm we already ate. (Wow, they really can

take care of themselves!)

 

I tested my legs. They still worked too! I ate an apple, which by the way

never tasted so damn good before, drank a bottle of water and went back to bed

for the best night of sleep I have had in years.

 

A couple of things that helped me get through the process:

 

I had expected the physical symptoms to show up at some point and I had

already decided in my mind that I was going to just experience it. (that's

before I knew how much pain there would be.)

 

I kept thinking about how it is not a matter of if we rest, but when. I am

choosing to rest now, because I don't want it to become with a horrible medical

diagnosis that stops me.

 

I also kept thinking about what Sara said after running the marathon, that she

wasn't afraid to cry from the pain. I have never given myself that kind of

freedom and the permission to cry if I needed.

 

And, of course that 10 minute phone call with Elchanan. He reinforced that I

was doing exactly what I was suppose to, and my system was doing exactly what I

asked for. This to shall pass.... and it did.

 

One thing that I just can't get over - is that until yesterday I didn't think

I had it in me. I even impressed me!

 

Leah

 

 

 

 

 

 

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