Mind Body and Trauma

[oak]

Agreed with Troebia.

Thank you for sharing, Mental Fairy.

That summarizes our 2024: we have a chance to connect, then there’s a fire alarm, then an unwanted person shows up.

Though we are all over the globe, it is funny how many of us in this are facing the same thing!

[Mental Fairy]

I went to the specialist today as an opening came up at just the right time. Same biopsies have been taken from my lady garden area as the immune system is having a meltdown and acting like I don’t have oestrogen, which I clearly do!

Being on a table with your leg in stirrups is rather forthcoming for any women. It’s also a very funny experience in my sick way of thinking. The worst part is she has a camera shining in there which sends the images to a screen beside you. OMG my own lady garden is not the first real estate photo I wish to advertise myself on. I didn’t want to look, no matter how good HD tvs can be, no vagina looks good under magnifying cameras. When she said she was going to do an injection my heart rate made my watch vibrate. Braving it out I pretended it was all cool, nothing to see here!

I can say with confidence an injection in the finger is far worse than an injection in ya lady garden.

I would find it rather funny to find my body grows a penis over the next few months! With this body, nothing surprises me anymore.

I know it’s capable of doing things most people won’t do, such as fall forward, de glove a hand and get back up again ready to run the remaining 8km to complete the task ahead! Bugger Apple having that thing on the phone to send emergency messages!
Heal in a beautiful way that most hands can’t heal.
Fall off, down and up mountains.
Fly through car window and live to tell the tale.
Have people bite me on a daily basis.
Survive cancer, the list goes on.

This afternoon I will walk home and try pick my chin up.
It’s just a low feeling I don’t like. Makes me nervous and anxious that depression comes back.

What I have learned today is:

1/Injections in the hand are far worse than injections in the lady garden

2/No matter how many trees you have growing in your lady garden or how many you have excavated, no lady garden looks good on camera.

3/depression sucks.

4/walking is good for the health.

5/I don’t know how I could cope without you all.

[snoringdog]

Hello Mental Fairy

Hand is making a remarkable recovery, with the specialist yesterday saying they have never seen such incredible healing in a hand with so much damage.

Good news! (But ..."degloved"...... urrrrrr......... )

I have to say if it wasn’t for Joe it wouldn’t have healed so well. Twice a day he sits and gives it a deep scar tissue massage and tests it with objects of different textures so my brain can try build new pathways of feeling.

Your husband is a good man.

It’s working so well the team at hospital are blown away. We have even covered my computer mouse with different textures so each day it’s different to hold.

This may end up being a standard of treatment and mentioned in a journal article.
Neuroplasticity and regeneration are wonderful things. Keep giving those little tendrils advice and encouragement!

The boys went away on their trip and ended cutting it short due to weather. They brought so many shoes anyone would think it was a girls trip.

Your writing often brings me a chuckle. Did you tease them about this?

[Mental Fairy]

Hi SD,

The new textures on the mouse were a great idea and it gets changed every day. It’s tricking the brain into thinking there’s something touching my hand. It’s so weird. Glad wrap and tin foil is weird. Do you call it glad wrap over there? What you wrap food in.
We went to a local fabric place and got all sorts of free off cuts of things. I can say for sure my hand does not like concrete! I put my hand down onto it and I shiver!
I got multiple different types of toothbrushes
, hard, medium and soft and brushed the scared area with it. That was interesting. We have to use a blunt end and push and rub the area that was brought together to stitch. Makes me grind my teeth, bloody horrible. Would rather lick the concrete than do that.

Matt collects shoes, he doesn’t even wear some of them. They get wrapped and stored. Not sure what for but I’m guessing if he pops his clogs before me I will have to put them in his crypt so he can wear them in his next life!

They got me two pairs, one slip on and others airforce something something that I have no idea about. They are nice. I walked to work in them today, they passed the Gia test.
For the entire trip they only came back with shoes and an extra 2kg in their stomach after eating out the night before coming home.

Joe picked me up from work so I didn’t have to walk home. I think he likes me sad!
He dragged me around the supermarket to get salad stuff and some pop! (I love that word)It is so so so so hot here.
I would icebath but I’m afraid the recent little procedure might cause some not so nice side effects. I bet Joe wishes they stitched my other lips shut! Hahaha!

[troebia]

I bet Joe wishes they stitched my other lips shut! Hahaha!

You naughty girl, you!

[Mental Fairy]

https://podcasts.apple.com/nz/podcast/mindset-change-healing-your-mind-and-body-podcast/id1400465711?i=1000643872586

[troebia]

I have listened! A very densely packed interview, congratulations. I'll have to return to it in a calmer setting, because sadly the audio mix of you talking is very low and somewhat distorted.

[Mental Fairy]

Thanks lovely.

This past week has been a test of my mental endurance. It’s been manic at work and in my sleep. Been having little dizzy spells, more so because I’m tired.

I got home last night and the cat was up the tree scared of the rain. Idiot thinks climbing the tree would be of some benefit. Anyway, I get home and normally she runs up to me and throws herself at me for smooching.
Immediately I looking everywhere stressing out, hear her crying when I’m walking outside in the rain around the house. Look up and see her in the tree. What do I do? I climb the tree in the pissing rain and get her. Put her on the ground and she bolts for the front door and runs inside. I follow behind drenched and covered in sticks and leaves. I yell out for a towel and immediately the boys run with a towel, but not to me. To the cat. I stand in the front door knowing I can’t walk on the carpet drenched. Removing my pants I’m standing there waiting for a towel and still the cat is being dried and brushed! Joe eventually come to the door and sees me standing there and he bursts into laughter! I didn’t see the funny side so he’s made a peach cobbler pie to make up for it. Haven’t tasted it yet but if it’s any good I will climb the tree again tonight!

[troebia]

Lol your domestic adventures are funnier than mine! Today can be reduced to struggling with starting the rototiller and finally running out of gas. Sun was already setting and I decided against taking apart the carburetor, not too complicated but finicky and wouldn't be able to start it anyway. No cats intervened

[Mental Fairy]

Hehehehe. My days are so amusing at times.

Today I came home from brunch with Donya and Soral. Joe got home from mowing drunken uncles lawns. He got into shower, then jumped into icebath. I had my earbuds in listening to something and I heard him scream even with noise canceling on. I ran to the deck and there he was half in and half out of the icebath looking down at his uninvited bath companion, a giant weta.

I ran and got the weta a towel.

Now I’m getting silent treatment!

Hope you have a spare room I think I’m in the naughty corner.