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Ah, she’s awake and smiling. I plant a kiss on the top of her head.
 Giggles. More smiles. She coos and “converses” with me.

I watch her play. “Plop!” She looks over the bassinet and on the floor.

“Uh-oh”. I pick up her bottle. She’s still learning to hold it on her own.

More conversation. Squeals. “Singing”. Lovely.

Earlier, we were going through the process of clearing her nasal congestion…

With warm running in the sink, I let her play, watching her fascination as she tries to catch the water flowing through her long fingers.

I take the top off the nasal spray (natural product, of course). I show it to her; then I spray it towards the mirror so she can see it. She smiles. Reaches for it. I hold her as she holds the bottle. Let her “spray” it. Gently, I place the nozzle in each nostril. 1-2-3 squirts each one. She blinks with each one. Water runs continuously during this time, her reward-playing with it after I’m finished. We repeat this again with the bulb syringe. Touch. Feel. Hold. Squeeze. I fill the syringe with water, hold it up, let her watch the water flow out and down the sink. I hold her hand, she holds the syringe, she watches in the mirror as she places it near her nose. She squeezes, her eyes blinking, inhaling, as the air blows out. She smiles and coos. She watches me in the mirror as I clear her passages. Again, she enjoys her reward. We finish with a warm compress to her face, say “Bye-Bye” to her dirty tissues vanishing into the toilet, and clean the nozzle and syringe. She watches. I let her hold, spray, squeeze, before everything is put away.

She plays for awhile, then it’s back to sleep. Her sleep is quiet, and her breathing is easy.

 

For all who work in the healthcare profession:

God bless you. You made the decision to serve humanity in the medical field. The years of school, many hours of study, learning twice as much principles, philosophies, methods, etc. of medicine in such a short period of time, large student loans to repay-you sacrificed.

God protect you. Emergency rooms are full, sometimes overflowing with patients. For the many hours on your feet, sometimes eating a hot meal gone cold, patiently dealing with irritated, at times unreasonable, sick patients and upset family members-you’re there.

You’re human. You’re not perfect. You make mistakes. You’re not God.

I praise God for you, and I pray for you. My life is in your hands when I’m sick and in pain, and sometimes what I do on my own doesn’t work. I make it my business to lift you up before God-the original physician, healer, creator, and restorer of my body, of my health. You are his co-laborer, so I ask him to give you wisdom, strength, compassion, and faith. I love, appreciate you, and the care you give!

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Looking through old boxes while moving, I found a paper I did for my psychology class. I chose research the faith community’s response to family violence. My professor encouraged me to approach this topic from a different angle, and I included interviews with two ministers, and an imam. The imam interaction was a brief contact, one time only; I completed my interview with a young woman, one of their teachers. Because we had a short time to complete our papers, I could not include rabbis, as the appointments were outside the deadline.

I saved my interviews with women survivors, who were actively involved in their churches, for last.

This assignment garnered me an A+, but the knowledge and understanding of the faith communities’ sense of duty to the call of ministering to hurting congregants meant more to me than a grade.

The interviews were eye-openers. The young woman I talked with at the mosque was very knowledgeable, breaking down the similarities/differences in southern/northern cultures’ view of women and their status in their respective regions. She was from the northern middle east region, where women are allowed to receive an education, drive a car, pursue careers, own property, own and operate businesses-pretty much different from the media portrayal I’d experienced ( I didn’t ask her where she was from, since my paper’s focus on this issue was general). Women living in the southern region were not so fortunate. It surprised me to learn that the wives walked two steps behind their husbands. I appreciated all she had to say, but I left with the impression that not too much is done, other than the women are given assistance. I received this interview after attending their worship service; I saw the imam after this interview. He just wanted to know if I was satisfied with what I learned.

The interview that impressed me, to this day, was with the minister who personally involved himself in assisting one of his congregants to safety-to another state; and helping another woman to move forward after counseling with the husband proved futile. He was Mexican, and I learned his perspective on the cultural views of women in his country, north and south regions. The surprise here was the similarity to the young woman’s interview. The story was the same.

My interview with the last minister, an African-American, was similar to the other minister. He was involved on a community level, working with social agencies, and preferred to maintain a distance from the families he serviced. His experiences led him to not become personally involved. So my question to the minister who involved himself on a personal level: Why?

He understood his ministry goes beyond praying with and for his congregants. He understood the practical religion of Jesus Christ. Both families are still active in their respective congregations. He maintains contact with them, even though he no longer pastors them.

Pastor….key word.

My interviews with the women who left their abusive relationships was interesting. I say interesting because these women were very active, holding leadership positions, on the surface looking like “I’m a survivor”-but still attached to their abusive ex-spouses- emotionally and mentally. One woman, married twice, was battered in both marriages. The pain, the emotions were still very raw. One couldn’t talk anymore after opening up. I respect that, I feel for them, having been there myself.

They didn’t say too much about their churches’ responses to their situations, and whether their pastors kept in touch with them.

My mentor, a social worker, offered much support to me and my family, along with the pastor and his wife whose leadership my family was under at that time. I know these individuals were the reason I was able to move on, forgive my ex, and live freely.

That was five years ago when I did that assignment. I was researching this morning, and want to explore it again, this time along with spiritual abuse.

 

 

 

 

 

There. I did it. Just picked it up, and tossed it in the garbage without hesitation. Feeling warm, full, and so satisfied.

What’s next?

I have no idea-and that’s the best part ( well, I’m not doing this makeover totally blind).

I’m just traveling on this road to fantastic health, and enjoying: the calmness of spirit, the settling down of my body, the sweet peace taking over my mind. That squirrel-y feeling I’d grown accustomed to, has vacated the premises. I admit, I doubted eliminating gluten would have that much of an impact on me; it’s been a lifetime….

Making up my new grocery list is exciting. I look forward to culinary adventures in quinoa, amaranth, teff, Job’s Tears, and other “free” grains. I delight in soursop, pomegranate, and avocados; parsnips, and cassava, all kinds of legumes, nuts and seeds.

Basil, bay leaf, dill, parsley, sage, and thyme-endless seasoning combinations to master.

My choices are many, my benefits, motivating, and I’m thankful for them all.

Now off I go to collect recipes!

It’s been a week since I started my new routine to manage my allergies.

I’d made the necessary lifestyle changes, but I experienced no progress. In fact, it got worse. So, I did some more research, and found my answers on Oil of Olay’s website (not promoting the product, but I was at the point where I needed to look in this direction). I also went back to Uchee Pines Lifestyle Center website, to review some other protocols I may have missed.

Well, the OOL product worked immediately for the inflammation; I’m very pleased with the results. Using the product, along with EVOO (unrefined, unprocessed, extra virgin olive oil), daily, I see a dramatic change on the outside.

Along with the elimination & challenge diet, vitamins and minerals( I take the health market brands), I’ve noticed reduced cravings, and my weight is dropping-it’s basically a gluten-free vegan diet I’m eating. I figured I may have gluten intolerance, but after I took out the gluten-wow! My body is loving it! The other changes: switching to all natural fabrics, using toxin-free laundry soap, and more-I’m making those changes one by one, as finances permit.

I started drinking P’au D’arco and Red Clover teas, and will continue to do so for the next week. I’m only doing them short term, as I don’t want to take herbals on a regular basis. I only use the heavy herbs when necessary. The herbs I bought from the West Indian mart, in particular, cerasee, I’ll try after I’m finished using the first two herbs. I researched all my herbs on academic and well-known herbalists’ websites, found YouTube videos on how to prepare each one, so now I can take my time and go through them. I’ll keep only the ones that work well for me.

I’m just so excited that my lifetime challenge with allergies is turning around. It’s nice to be able to do this-and find out what the doctor will say!

Lose Weight. Control Blood Sugar. Reduce Stress. Lower Cholesterol. Stop Smoking. Get More Sleep/Rest. Drink.More.Water.

Columns are set up, research pages tabbed, part 1 of my assignment is completed, and now I can take a break. It’s after 9pm, and I made a promise to myself not to do anything heavy after that hour. After reading the information on the importance of sleep and rest, I admit my negligence, and I want to start fresh with my new sleep habits.

The assignment is making dummy training calls-100 of them-for a course I’m taking right now. I am tired right now, and that’s why I’ll  begin fresh tomorrow. I don’t have to make 100 calls; that’s my personal goal. I figure that organizing the calls in this way, makes it easier for me to come up with the different scenarios that I need to document for credit. It’s a lot of work, but I love what I’m learning, and where it’s taking me.

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The Red Clover tea hit the spot. I put a quarter slice of lemon in it. No sugar. Straight.

I look over my purchases from the health food mart: quinoa, red clover tea, and red raspberry tea-organic. There’s other herbal teas in the pantry, but I want to stock my winter chest for whatever ails me. Nothing to worry about, except to make sure none of it goes to waste. Irish Moss (really weird, gelatin-like). Mauby Bark (I don’t know about this one). Cerisse (good for anemia-supposedly). All of it from the West Indian mart. Pau d’Arco, Ginger, Hibiscus. Twinlab’s Alvita tea line, Lipton line.

The Peppermint tea was first to go. I love the combination of Ginger-Peppermint. Fresh gingerroot I adore, and make that into a tea as well. Molasses. The unprocessed kind. It’s not bad as a tea; with lemon, it’s good. Definitely strong in flavor and smell, but my West Indian acquaintance tells me it’s a great blood builder. OK. I’ll bite. I can always use it when I’m baking pies.

Now, it’s time to surf the net for information on my new finds. I trust what I see on the different web sites (I go through at least 5, 10 is best), on what the herbs are, each one’s use, how to make the tea, and most important to me-the cautions, contraindications, side effects, etc. I appreciate what I learn from my Island friends, but I always check out the whole story with herbs. They’re like medicine, and I approach them with great respect.

The red raspberry, and peppermint-maybe the hibiscus-I alternate each day, using a different one as a beverage. I love it.

Almost forgot. There’s Sorrel. My introduction to this sweet drink was at a social a few years ago. The two I had this past holiday season: one was a little sweet, not much ginger. The other sorrel drink was heavily spiced with ginger, and loaded with sugar (straight sugar high, broke out in a sweat). That’s OK, they were both good. I can’t wait to have more of it. I just love the way this drink tastes.

It’s bedtime. Finish my tea.