Despite the PT's advice, I went to the Bikram class this morning after our cranial-sacral session. She was concerned that I would go back to old body habits and undo the session's good work. The PT said she did that after her first CS session. No one had told her to wait 72 hours before doing exercise. She had been excited to see how the impact of the session would improve her practice. Of course, I did no such thing. I told Sandi, our instructor for the day, my circumstances and told her that I might be doing less. I had to observe my body to continue the unwinding process. I spent the second half of the class rearranging my body to get my back straight and dozing, waking, rearranging my posture, and dozing again.
After class, I stopped at Island Naturals to pick up some Frankincense. This oil has a truly fantastic impact. Adam, who is selling the doTerra, told me that they started applying it to their son, who has FoxG1, a chronological mutation that has left him without a good part of his brain. They see results. He sleeps better, cries less, can sit up with less support, and has started chewing his food. They say he's tracking movement more with his eyes and seems to be responding more. Luke is two now. Adam and Jazzy met someone at a doTerra conference whose child had similar symptoms and is now running around like a normal child. She had used Frankincense on him. I thought it might help my injured muscles in my thighs if it can do that for Luke. The problem is different, but perhaps it will have some effect.
My next stop was Costco. I picked up more toilet paper, more canned salmon, more canned string beans, and more almond milk for storing up if we face a quarantine. I also picked up more salad for my immediate use.
When I got home, Elijah called to ask when I planned to work with Kingston. They had plans to go shopping and to a movie. I told him to send him right up. I also asked Elijah to help unload my car trunk. I had left a large container of milk in there for a week, already planning to ask Yvette to help me but consistently forgotten.
Both boys came up. Elijah told me his mom was thrilled to have both boys out of the house. I didn't ask, but I gathered that both boys were thrilled to be here with Papa. Kingston endures his reading sessions with me like a trooper. He is already doing much better. His teachers finally see his improvement. His progress is showing up on his I Ready Assessments. He said his teacher moved him up a level. I think he will be on at least grade level by the end of the school year. After he left, I went down for my nap.
After I got up and worked on the blog for the rest of the afternoon, I watched more Peak Practice. Amanda Burton is so consistently the same; it's wearing. She always appears so reasonable. She must be hell to live with. You can never be right around her.
I had taken some salmon out of the freezer on Thursday and put it in the refrigerator to defrost. Friday night, I prepared it by placing the salmon in a frying pan with plenty of water, some butter, and seasonings. No salt. When I ate it, I discovered it was unpleasantly salty. I had no idea what happened. I hadn't added any salt. It took me until midday today to figure out what must have happened. The 'fresh salmon' was really smoked salmon. I cooked the already cooked. It is much too salty to eat on its own. I was going to buy bagels, cream cheese, onions, and tomatoes to cut the salt. I didn't get out to do the shopping. I made two eggs and had some salad. Good enough. Although poor Mike is rolling around somewhere in anguish about the way I eat.
I turned on the doTerra diffuser with lavender in it. I need to add some Breathe too. It will help open my nasal passages. At first, I set the diffuser to go for 12 hours, five minutes on, and five off. But it was too much for me. I set it for two hours. I've been sleeping okay, but then I rarely don't.
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