Let me paint you a picture.
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The day began like most days…. the realisation by slow increments that it is daylight and there is a need, almost an urgency, to attend to certain bodily functions. A low groan makes itself heard and as your eyes are painstakingly cracked open once more a blurry visage appears in the small field of your vision. An angel from somewhere has appeared and manoeuvres you into a seated position, legs are swung around and after a pregnant pause you heave and are heaved into a standing position. An uncoordinated marionette staggers to the bathroom and in due time reappears and the return journey is replayed much like the first half of the sequence.
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Tea arrives and the humanizing process has begun. This is usually the time the sunglasses appear so that the eyes can be opened a little further. The first tablets appear and are ingested. Strange noises, groans and half formed words slide past strangely numb lips. Decoding this strange language takes skill but the angel seems to understand, more pills are swallowed and the angel then fades into the distance after ensuring you are properly propped up by a mound of pillows, neck braced to stop you twisting into a pretzel and silence reigns one more.
Eventually, you regain more recognition of your surroundings. The strange dream of running with wolves fades into the background, although the vision of a pair of wolves eyes remains, “You are being looked after by the wolves”. Such a strange thought to surface with, but at least the lucidity is returning. I have yet to work out the meaning of the strange dream which is till with me and has nothing to do with what followed..
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Eating is not a topic I discuss often these days. Food, once a delight to all the senses, now requires a tentative approach, taking into account all the strange gastronomic reactions that may hide for the unwary. For some time we have been trying to work out what we can do to start the (my) day with something nutritious but which will not cause the unwelcome havoc other food has caused.
Eggs! Gods gift to the ill, small children and the elderly. So my grandmother always told me. They have been eulogised and vilified over the years. Right – we have a beginning. We have recently gone glutton free – oh, sorry, that should be gluten-free, and have found some very nice gluten-free muffins. We, that is my chief cook, suggested a nutritious home-made version of (don’t spank me) the McMuffin! Gluten free muffin, organic eggs and bacon. Hmm, I think we may have a winner.
Oh yes! Glorious yummy, decadent golden goodness. Beautiful firm cooked egg white and soft runny golden yolk, crispy dry fried bacon and a toasted muffin. Ooh – aaahhh, so scrumptious. Sorry, too tasty to stop for a photo!
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Now for days I have been served this delicious and nutritious start to my day… whatever time that happened to be. More often than not it is Ray’s lunch, but I’m not complaining, not at all. I slowly nibble my muffin and ease into the deliciousness of food sitting sweetly in my tummy and start to feel human again.
Eggs are delightful and entertaining fare. I have watched as Ray tucks heartily into his muffin and been rewarded by the golden yolk spurting out and hitting his lap; (must not laugh, must not laugh), followed a couple of days later by it shooting out toward him and hitting his lapel and chin, (must not laugh, must not laugh). There is a very good reason for not laughing. I have found, to my dismay, that if I start to laugh I forget to chew and swallowing a half chewed morsel can cause coughing and spluttering and all sorts of unpleasantness. I’ve taken the reminder as a warning to not feel smug because I haven’t had a problem with my yolks. (Bad, bad move, now I’ve “put the wood on things”).
This morning, well today, was a complete farce from beginning to end. Everything progressed as usual until the Ray Muffin arrived. I’m nibbling away and Ray is tucking in. As his teeth come together there is a brilliant yellow stream spraying out the side of his muffin and up his arm. Not content with that, the surprise made him bite his cheek. D’oh and Double ouch! I’m feeling chipper, no yolky mess here. Big mistake, smugness is not a good thing. I’m still nibbling, haven’t hit the golden yolk yet.
OMG! A huge spray of hot, golden yolk flies out of my muffin and hits me squarely in the chest, rapidly running down and congealing into a sticky mess on my shirt. Icky! Looking with affronted dismay at my lost yolk, Ray dissolves into laughter. I’m not sure who or what to be more affronted by, Ray for laughing, or the loss of my beautiful yolk. Oh, the revenge of the eggceptional Ray Muffin.
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No, this is neither Ray nor I, but I’m sure you get the gist of the mornings farcical nature. To conclude this homage to the revenge of the humble egg I found this humorous anecdote.
“So familiar are eggs to us, however, that in the eighteenth century they were referred to as cackling farts, on the basis that chickens cackled all the time and eggs came out of the back of them.”
― Mark Forsyth, The Horologicon: A Day’s Jaunt Through the Lost Words of the English Language
Mystery, if such there was has been solved. It was “Eggceptional Holmes”.
Ciao,
Susan
Owls and Orchids 
It was funny, but the ‘yolk’ really was on us!
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You did look a picture, I should have learned not to laugh though! 😇😈
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That sounds like a real crap start to the day there Susan, except for the egg and bacon muffins, yum. I started the healing last night. Do you have a trinket or jewel box with a rose on it? I’ll be off to bed soon and start the process again. it’s 11pm now.
Cheers
Laurie.
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Let’s say it was a day to remember! As or the rose….. I have a number of pill boxes, sad but true, and I have one for the next morning on my bedside each night. Each one has a rose of some kind on it. 🙂 Thanks Laurie, glad you dropped by :);)
Ciao,
Susan
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Hmm, that’s good. When I do the healing I usually pick up things around the person along with their pain. Last night I climbed into bed and began the healing. Crikey I felt crook, a headache like someone cooking soup in my brain, nausea, aching all over. It went and I continued the healing until I went to sleep. Don’t fret it doesn’t linger here. 🙂 I’ll be back tonight.
Cheers
Laurie.
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You were spot on itch everything last night. I felt bloody awful but your description tied it down to a T. Thanks Laurie,
Ciao
Susan😊❤
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Thanks Susan, now I know I have the right *Susan* I can keep on going. Thankfully people’s symptoms don’t hang around me long just enough so I know what’s happening. hang in there.
Cheers
Laurie. 🙂
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I’m glad you have the ‘right’ me,it would be a tad difficult unfit was the wrong one. I did love your description though! When I read it to Ray we both laughed – enough to give me a headache 😆
Hopefully next week, ie starting tomorrow you won’t pick up anything ‘new’. It’s the horror med week. (One week on one week off – to recover)
This format will last a few months, joyous isn’t it? However, feedback for you…..I have slept better the past two nights. You and Ray together seem to have done the trick.
Knowing your penchant for playing on words…… The Reiki from you both appears to have settled the yucky feeling long enough for me to fall asleep.
Thank you 😇😊❤
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Wonderful! I’ll keep going, it helps me sleep better too. Picked up very sore left hip and lower back last night. Something strange too, I kept seeing the letter A then it kept turning into a V. Don’t know. Now here is a hint. Whatever form your meds come in put them in a container and write LOVE on it in big letters. so every time you take them that’s what you are thinking as they go down.
Ciao for now.
Laurie.
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Hi Laurie,
The ‘A’ is easy – it’s my nanny, (Annie), but the ‘V’ is eluding me, I’ll need to think on it. Unless it could possibly be a ‘W’ in which case I have it. The fact Nanny is with me is very comforting though, she’s been on my mind recently.
Your suggestion for the meds is good – I’m having a hard time feeling or thinking happy thoughts about them at present. Not being a pill person, and the effects they have, feeling ‘the love’ has been a challenge and you’re right if I want them to work I have to ‘be at peace’ with the process.
It’s strange, I’ve studied three types of healing and since I became ill the only person I have trouble working on is myself. (I must be my own worst patient) 😉
Ciao, Laurie
Susan
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Ah, that’s interesting about the A, sometimes people in spirit pop in for a number of reasons, it’s always good to know they’re helping. My first wife had breast cancer and when she went through the chemo I wrote love on the bags. She lost about 2% of her hair and didn’t get half as sick. Also did reiki after the radium treatments, brutal stuff. When Lorelle had a colonoscopy I was able to tell her that there was a problem and I started healing every day. After the op (they took a metre of bowel) the surgeon was amazed that the cancer hadn’t spread anywhere else, there was absolutely no sign of it. It’s hard to do it for yourself though. Not that it doesn’t work, just hard. Interesting last night, I tuned in and received a huge whoomph of energy and couldn’t get through at all. A barrier had been put up, I’ll do it again tonight. 🙂
Cheers
Laurie.
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Hi Laurie, Sounds like you’ve been healing for unite a while. I can’t think what stopped the Reiki last night though, I didn’t set up any blocks. I was working on connecting with Spirit but that shouldn’t have stopped it. I know it would have made a difference this morning…… You picked up on left hip and lower back..this morning it felt like I’d been crushed under a whopping piece of cement from the waist down. It makes me bloody annoyed but it was worse than its been for a long time. Bit of tension n anxiety, but not enough to cause this..oh, apart from deleting photos I hadn’t downloaded. Again, not enough to warrant this. Really odd. So Ray is having a look see for a box/container I can decorate. Popped all the pills this morning and feel like I’m swimming in molasses… Sorry if I’m jumping all over the place.
Funny how we can pick things up… I diagnosed both Mum and Dad before the medicos.
‘See you tonight’.
Ciao. Susan 😊❤
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Hi Susan, these things happen for reasons way out of my ken. I just go with it and keep on healing. If you were connecting with Spirit perhaps there was no room for the healing as other things may have been happening. There are many reasons why things work as they do or don’t and it can be related to many levels of existence. Know that I will be there *every night* as long as I’m needed. After 25 years of doing this stuff I’m always amazed at what happens and comes up. take care.
Laurie. 🙂
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That egg sandwich looks awesome!
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Yeah, delicious to the very last drop! Shame the last drop was on me! 😮
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I love a fried egg and bacon sarnie, but they are so difficult to eat cleanly. The trick that works for me is to open it up, pop the yolk with a knife and spread it around especially on the bread so it soaks it up and avoids drips, then close it back up and eat, safe in the knowledge that the yolk bomb has been defused 🙂
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Yes, that’s a good way, but trying to be ‘smart’ and watching someone else have a problem… Too much of a challenge and I paid the price. You know…pride before a fall. Lesson learnt, now I use a very large bib! But it is delicious.
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