Those of Us that Love You in Everyday Ramblings

There is a satisfying balance here between the bunny (hopeful) and the fall leaves (transitional). One of our big fires is completely contained but others are still burning. But after days of cloud cover we have a little sun in the valley this morning.

Clearly I need to adjust my perception of where my energy limits are as I came smack up against them this week and crashed and burned yesterday afternoon.

Of course having a truly horrid migraine Tuesday morning did not help. Usually I can manage my migraines, as I have had them my whole adult life but not this one.

I so enjoyed teaching Monday. I had six students at the studio and eight in my public class later. One was a repeat, which is saying something. :) Most students ever for me.

My Buddhist counselor had suggested weeks ago that I work on my core energy centers because that is where I have been having a lot of my weird symptoms and so because I have been working on them I have been teaching about them. The 2nd and 3rd chakras in case you are familiar with that system.

So Monday’s classes were all about fire and warmth and burning impurities and I think I must have stirred up a bunch of stuff in myself.

Then Tuesday afternoon I had a three-hour dental appointment that involved getting a very thorough second opinion and a periodontal cleaning. Ow.

I am completely maxed out on dental insurance for the year so the whole thing with extra x-rays and fluoride treatment was close to $500. But now I am a woman with a plan.

A discouraged, unhappy about this, tired woman, but one with a plan nonetheless…

There goes the last glimmer of hope of entertaining early retirement. I need to have four more teeth removed, and some pretty extensive reconstructive oral surgery that includes lifting my teeny tiny right sinus and bone grafts and who knows what else.

Periods of disfigurement.

I remember so clearly when the doctors told Mr. Finch he needed to have brain surgery he was more concerned about the fundamental change to his appearance and the loss of his beautiful blond hair, than the fact that they were actually going into his head. It is interesting how our appearance and how we feel about it so profoundly affects us.

Good thing I don’t have a car. My mouth is like an old beater car in terms of maintenance needs.

As Kes told me, you will still look good to those of us that love you. And this was certainly the case with Mr. Finch.

So this all starts in January. I have a bit of a reprieve until then.

I am finally feeling better and looking forward to teaching tomorrow. I had to miss the neighborhood meeting last night and am so sad about that. Oh well, my neighbors will fill me in I hope.

One does what one can. I am working on absorbing this life changing news. I am glad it is not cancer and I think I will feel a lot better once a couple of the teeth come out in the long term but still… it is a drag.

Last updated September 03, 2015