You know just when I think I know quite a bit…someone comes
along and asks me very pertinent questions that get me thinking and really
looking.
I’ve been working 'hands on' with the sleep disorder patients.
The technicians have the most interactions with the patients, firstly when they
come in for an overnight study when we monitor them and their sleep patterns
(or the lack of), secondly when they come in for an overnight treatment, then
in a follow up clinic and finally we call them regularly to find out how they
are doing or get them in to another clinic if there are problems.
We are the first people they get to know…and understandably
they are nervous or upset. So we have to put on various hats during the course
of the evening (actually whenever we interact with them, whether face to face
or on the phone).
Nurse, wiring up and computer techie, tea/coffee/breakfast lady, but
by the far the greatest remit we have is that of counsellor. We are normally
two techs alone at night with a unit of 5 (sometimes 6) patients…we do have
some help in the form of a twilighter who is there for 4 hours to help with the
phone calls, sending out parts, meeting and greeting patients, settling them in
their rooms, doing MRSA swabbing, weighing and taking blood pressure…but once
they leave at 10.30 it is just the two of us.
We regularly have extremely obese, extremely ill or disabled
(mentally and physically) patients…many with their own carers, because we don’t have the time to spend
dressing or any various other things that they might need. We get patients in
that cannot breathe on their own…those who have lung diseases or a paralysed
diaphragm or are so ill they have difficulty breathing on their own. Insomniacs
or those with night terrors, you name it we have seen it. Oh and we’ve had a
few psychiatric patients in too as well as prisoners…but they normally come
with their nurse guards.
Can you imagine all those energies coming in through that
door and then spending the night with them?
Hmm…thought I was doing a swell job of making sure none of
it attached to me…but I wasn’t. I have regularly seen when walking around the
hospital how patients attach energetically to the doctors and nurses in the hope that they
will heal them…and these poor medical professionals land up being bogged down
by stuff that is not theirs. Didn’t think it applied to me. Why? Because I
was protecting myself.
Haha…
My team (with the help of Angel’s) have been clearing out my
chakras because of all the stuff in there. None of it is mine…which answers a
lot because I was puzzling as to why I was stuck when I should be flying…well
flying more than I am now.
We started on the root on Monday…which was okay and I was
tired. Tuesday we did the sacral and then today the solar plexus. Oh my…yesterday
I started to feel a little whoozy in the afternoon and then my intestines
started to rumble in objection and I was sulphurating…but no other movement
except smelly air. So I decided to take some charcoal tablets…we all run for
these whenever there is a little rumble of any kind :-)
This morning all hell broke loose.
Over the last three days I have tuned in regularly to the
chakras that are being worked on. Initially I could see what looked like loads
of blocks being sucked out…but much later I saw my first clump of what looked
like crap…a big blob of it. You must remember that this is all in the energy
field…but my body took it literally…as it does…and today I have the real
thing!!
Ah well…what is in must come out :-) Good thing I have had a few days off. But to make me feel better I woke to find another rose on my pillow from hubby. I'm not sure where he got it from because it is not from our roses...it is a deep burgundy in colour.
When I go in tomorrow during the day for my clinic and
then siestas, I am going to practice the exercises that Angel has given me to
protect myself.
The level that I am working on is very deep both for myself
and the patients, so I need to learn new ways of protecting myself.
Hmm…maybe I should teach this to my fellow techies…
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