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How I Cured Morgellons
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12/20/2016 10:05:06 PM | Dear Deanna and Ruth, Thank you for your kind responses...you both are obviously good at persevering since you made it through reading my previous novel length posts. Hey...if you two have the grit to do that, then you definitely have what it takes to kick M. out of your life! Lol...yes...Deanna...this disease does change one's way of thinking, and sometimes it can get downright interesting (code for slightly disturbing) how drastically one's thinking / behavior can change after dealing with this for a while...especially on those endless days when you finally get to the point of having HAD IT with all the "fun" aspects this Old Testament-esque adventure offers. Case in point...I cracked a couple of weeks ago after having spent hours on end every evening after work for days dealing with the purging aspect which we all find so delightful. I was feeling "chained" to my dresser in front of my lighted make up mirror rubbing various solutions into my face when suddenly I hit a wall. I'd just HAD IT...I was so sick and tired of it...of my skin hurting and of the never seeming to finish aspect of it even after hours and hours of meticulous treatment. Every one of us knows this feeling...and I was there...at the end of my rope...and hanging by a thread. But...what to do? Stop? Nope...can't do that...but human nature will eventually express pent up frustration, and that...I did. I started talking to the pathogens. I was into it too...and this one way convo was thorough...my commentary ranged from remarks about their character to whining and begging them to just PLEASE go away and leave me alone forever...and EVER! I even started guilt inflicting them for their parasitic natures and then twisted the screws by pointing out that they were just bottom feeders because of not having a life of their own and having to freeload off someone else's body. About that time I had a stinging sensation so sharp that several impulsive expletives spewed forth without censure...but...when I realized I'd said "bite me" in my little cuss fest, I slapped my hand over my mouth and said...NO...NO...NO...I didn't mean it!! Pretend you never heard it!!! At that point, it occurred to me that I may need to consider psychiatric intervention...OR...I could just stop and high five myself for letting those little pathogens know who's boss! HA! Guess I told them! Hope you both have a wonderful holiday. I'm planning on celebrating by being thankful for the blessings I still have and all of the new ones that have surfaced as a result of this dis-ease. I've been thinking about the upside quite a bit lately...and the more I consider it, the more interesting the connections become. But...that will be for another encyclopedia length post. Right now I'm about to run to the kitchen and make the chocolate pudding from the new recipe section. And that is something to REALLY be thankful for! Blessings, Karen :) |
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