I woke up at 6 but got up at 8. Elsa and I were on the road by 8:30. My tush feels lots better, but my left leg feels weird, a little on the weak side. I have been pushing my left hip out more. I once had a bodyworker tell me that the way to cure a chronic problem was to do the opposite of what you usually do. For me, that is pushing my left hip out further than I do my right. I have been doing the opposite since I have been twelve that I can remember, maybe t even longer. I remember always sitting with my right leg under my butt when I was in sixth grade the year before I fell and fractured my coccyx. That injury contributed to whatever posture habits I adopted at that time. That tailbone hurt, and I probably only thought of avoiding pain. Who would imagine that an injury like that would change my life so dramatically? From the vantage point of seven-nine, I appreciate the effect of every small impact on a person's life. At twelve, I assumed I was invulnerable.
I took my phone with me and limited how high I climbed up the hill. I was only going to go to the beginning of the development of Kukuna. Before I got to that point, I saw a truck pulling out of this lot without a house on it. I had walked onto the property to talk to two men to ask them if someone could take some of the rocks they have piled up. Their answer was no, but I saw this stand of trees at the far end of the lot. I have been wondering what kind of trees they were ever since. Finally, I had a chance to ask.
Those trees are a type of palm; that I knew. Each frond was suitable for a fan for a giant. I wondered why someone would plant a stand of them. Did they produce fruit? Answer: no. They are ornamental trees used from making roofs for those famous little grass shacks in Hawaii.
That little bit of face-to-face contact with another human being, at an appropriate distance, gave me an energy boost. Clearly, some of my tiredness is caused by a lack of stimulation. It gave me the energy to continue my climb.
When I came to my block, I walked somewhat beyond my house to get some more steps in. When I got home, I had to go to the bathroom badly. As the morning continued, this urgency got worse and worse. I checked my email and saw that I had one from Kaiser with the lab results. From what I could see, the results were negative. However, my urgency was getting worse. A lot worse.
I called the advice nurse at KP. They called me back in a timely way. Mike and I loved/love Kaiser. We feel we have gotten the best medical care from them that we have ever gotten in our lives. We needed it. Mike alone got his money's worth.
I told the nurse what I was experiencing. I was concerned that I had jinxed the test results by trying to cure my problem with my infrared light. He asked me how bad my urgency was. I told him I was sitting on the pot right then, had just peed, and need to pee again. He said he would have someone call me from my local facility.
I remembered that I had AZO pills, old pills but worth a try. I popped the basic dosage and got almost immediate relief. I also found an AZO test strip. I tried it. On my first attempt, I wound up peeing on the handle part instead of the strip. I think I figured it was larger and would make an easier target. I finally registered that I had done it wrong, waited for a while, and tried again. There was no change in the color of the strip. None.
When Kaiser called as promised, the PA asked me for more information. She told me that some bacteria were in my sample, but they only had the preliminary results. They would only have the conclusive ones tomorrow. She didn't want to give me antibiotics if she didn't have to; I don't want to take them if I don't have to. She asked me if I could hold on. With the assistance of AZO, I was okay until tomorrow.
This infection adds to the long list of reasons I have to be tired all the time: infection, bruised tush, grief over Mike, social isolation, too much chocolate.
I did get something done today. I had picked up the living room screens off the ground where the wind had blown them after I set them up to dry on the bedroom lanai some time ago. Today, I start dusting them. As I write this, I have already installed three out of the four. I'll do the last one today; I will, I will. Let's see if I can get the screened lanai vacuumed today. That has been on my list for how many days now?
I went down for a two-hour nap. But before I did, I called August, my grandson. We've been trying to get together so he could download my audiofile on phonemic awareness unto YouTube. He texted me saying he was in the middle of an online music lesson; he would call me at 6 pm his time or at 3 pm. mine. I was just waking up when his call came through. He was supposed to call me yesterday but forgot. I don't think I can expect to be a priority on the mind of a 16-year-old. When I spoke to his dad yesterday, he reminded August to help me with my computer project.
We used Team Viewer. He started talking as if he was going to teach me how to download my files to YouTube. That curser moved around the screen like a scared animal. Did I get that? Did I understand this? You're kidding, right? I asked if he could just do it for me instead of trying to teach me how to do it. He said sure. Today's session concluded when he ran into trouble and asked if he could get back to me tomorrow. He had to do work on/with the program to get it to work.
I asked him if he learned about the program he was using from his computer lessons. He said no, he had discovered it when he was 'younger.' Got to love it.
I had composed a cover screen for the program to give people some idea of what it is about. I was pretty pleased with myself. I was even able to figure out how to use the design options that PowerPoint offered.
I called my tax accountant. I had received a tax form from some company saying I had a credit. Damn! I've already filed my taxes. Kitty said that I would have to file an amended tax form. Yes, I would have to pay her for reworking the form. To boot, I would have to manually sign the form and mail it from the post office. The IRS doesn't accept electronically filed amended tax forms. Fortunately, all the worry was for naught. Kitty had me send images of the forms, all seven pages. She said that no action was required. I don't think I earned any money. Phew!
I did some work on the blog and played some FreeCell. Then my nose started running. That got me on my feet. Did I have the virus? I had things to do before it hit. The living room screens were in. That's important because then the windows can be left open to disperse viral cells as much as possible. I also have louvered windows built high into my bedroom's inner wall with the other side's living room. The panels hadn't been cleaned forever. I've also had it on my list forever. They have been closed for winter. I don't need extra breezes at night during our cold, well, colder season. I use two blankets as it is.
I got the step ladder, climbed up on the living room side of the wall, and did the deed. I also dusted off the accumulated cobwebs at the juncture of the ceiling and the wall. While I was at it, I dusted the pictures hanging on that wall. Since I still had energy generated by fear of the virus, I squeezed some more lemons. I checked them all. I had to find the softer ones that should be squeezed first. I filled another container with lemon juice and put it in the freezer. I now have three or four such containers.
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Musings:
When Jung was asked in a radio interview if he believed in God, his response was, "I don't believe, I know." From what I have read about it, Jung sorely regretted having made that statement because of the controversy that developed around it.
Jung repeats over and over and over that he doesn't have any knowledge of the nature of God. I'm not quite sure if he goes so far as to say it might be possible that there really is no God. From my familiarity with Buddhism, I think his position comes closer to that religion than the Abrahamic ones. Buddhism isn't atheistic; it just argues that the question of God's existence is irrelevant. It makes no difference in our lives. More significantly, praying to God is irrelevant; it will change nothing.
What I hear Jung say is that our images of God are all of our creation, whether or not God really exists or not. We are only capable of a limited view of what God might be. Our minds, our souls, are not capable of a full understanding of God. As I read about his thinking, I hear my own point of view on the existence of God.
He then describes the God-image we have created and how that illuminates the development of our own collective psyches. Some see him as actually describing God. But he does not presume to be able to do that. All he can speak to is the image of God man's mind projected, and what that says about man, not God.
What I do recognize is his sense of knowing. Whatever it is, I know, I sense something bigger than what I call 'me.' There is a depth and an expanse I don't associate with this thing I call 'me.'
Also, in my role as a psychic, I have experiences of seeing things I can't possibly know. Okay, so I pick them up from the person I am working with. I have described people I have never met and physical scenes I have never seen. I have had two occasions where I got to see the person and the landscape I described. They looked nothing like what I had seen, but the images I received allowed me to put the scene into words that the person I was working with could recognize.
The image of the person was striking. The woman I was working with was concerned about her husband's behavior. I saw him as Latino macho. I was introduced to him the next day. The guy wasn't controlling because he was macho; he had severe psychological problems. That was clear at first sight. I chose to believe that I saw only what only I could say to this woman, or only what the woman thought the problem was. Was my image limited by the woman's image, or was it limited by some higher power that knew I had no business diagnosing the man?
The landscaping image was different only in its proportions. I saw a sweeping vista. The reality was a tightly packed yard in a suburban neighborhood. Otherwise, it was the same. How these images come to mind, I have no idea. I don't work as a psychic to give people information; I use my gift only for healing. The images I generate are only there to trigger images for the client's. I do not tell them that what I see is real or true. The images are only useful if they help promote healing in the client. Otherwise, they are worthless.
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