Friday, February 24, 2012

Snoring my way into wholeness

Here in the physical universe we are all about dichotomy: up/ down, in/ out, hot/ cold, male/ female...
Or, in my recent particular case, Kali energy/ weeping wimp.
For all of my clarity & fortitude last week, I had the coin land on the other side yesterday.
Part of that is the fatigue.
I am completely honoring my body's need for rest, and understand that the deepest healing happens during sleep, and my normal daily pattern is: sleep for 10-11 hours overnight, get up for 3 hours, sleep for 3 hours, on a cycle until I go to bed again.
And part of it is the discouragement at the pain in my right breast.
It hurts the majority of the time, and any activity (walking...etc) has me bumping into the little football shape under my arm = pain = discouragement at what it will be like to go back to work in two weeks.

So, I basically wept my way through the appointment.
The nurse, once we were alone, was very sweet and encouraging, as she has been through this exact journey a few years ago.
The doctor said what I expected him to say: that this is normal, it will heal, the wad of tissue will shrink, and if it doesn't, he will remove it.

All in all, no great news to report.
Thirteen days until I begin work again...


mrs mediocrity said...

It's so frustrating, waiting for our bodies to catch up with where we want them to be.
Sometimes, tears are the release you need to get you through that time.
As always, sending hugs and love and a shoulder to cry on, if you need one.

Linda Teddlie Minton said...

Skye, I'm impressed that you even had the energy to write your blog post. I know you are so right about the deepest healing taking place during sleep. Wishing you deep, healing sleep for as long as you need it.

Amy said...

Sending you so much love and healing, dear Skye. I understand the discouragement, and I will be praying that you are feeling much better by the time you go back to work--both that you have the energy you need and that the pain will diminish significantly. I'm so relieved to hear that the football is not such a disaster after all, and that the doctor will correct it if it doesn't normalize. I love you so much, Skye. You are in my heart always.

d smith kaich jones said...

Oh Skye. I really have no words. Sleep. Have good dreams. Cry healing tears.