A Scratchy Throat Bodes Ill – The aromatherapy remedy

Posted on 23rd July 2008 in Life

I noticed day before yesterday that my throat hurt. It was just a little sharp hurt. Nothing horrible. I woke up with it. Later that morning I quit noticing it. Then yesterday morning I felt it again. I’m not sure if it’s because the fan has been running and not the humidifier or there is some nasty bug trying to wrestle with my lymph nodes. This morning I felt just a little tired. Then at my office felt like I was going to fall asleep while I was waiting for my client. I took a nap today, which was surprising, and woke up with this little headache, feeling a bit too hot, with a scratchy feeling in my throat and sinuses. Huh.
Rather than assuming I’m getting a cold, I’ll blame it on the weather. Monday was uncommonly hot for Western Washington. It was humid too. I like hot weather but when it feels like I’m walking around in “stationary rain” I start to feel 90 years old(I’m only 24). I’d much rather have it falling from the sky not sitting in the air. I know, someone from Texas or South Carolina would say that I don’t know what humidity it. No, no, I do. I was in Mexico four years ago with my mom and nearly drown. It was fine the first few days. Then, because the seasons were changing the air became more moisture laden. It stormed horribly and the “rainy season” started the day after we left. I had to smoke a ton of cigarettes to filter out the air from the moisture. The filters were dripping when I was done. High humidity makes me quite ill. I have a low, low tolerance. So the slight increase in the last week here has been sucking the life out of me.
I also think the bipolar weather is stressing my system out. It’s dry and hot one day and by the weekend it’s cooled down a lot. Then it’s hot and humid and the next day is cool and humid. I’m fighting something bigger than me! I will not admit that I am fighting off anything less than a giant monster, the Universe. It is not going to be a small, invisible to naked eye bacterium or virus. I’ll just beef up my system with my citrus essential oils and eucalyptus and all powerful tea tree oils. I’m going to start peeing orange juice and vitamin C with all that I have ingested. I wonder if I’ll turn orange. And after tomorrow I’ll sleep in a little hopefully and sleep off the Universe stress.

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A blog written on paper – With a pen, not a keyboard.

Posted on 22nd July 2008 in Small business, massage related

First let me explain just a bit. I’m a self-employed (and very proud of that) massage therapist. I do seated massage for the staff at Providence Home Health and Hospice office. It’s about to come to an end. I finish up this stint the end of this month. I really like it but I’ll be glad when I don’t have to get up at 5:30am 2-3 days a week, just once a week for my business meeting. But when they want me back I’ll be ready. Anyway, on my breaks I scribble this and that. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it does not, but I like it. So here is one of the “notes” on my yellow pad.

July 22nd @ Providence Home Health and Hospice, Everett WA

I always feel so productive when I come here. I make “To Do Lists” between clients, text fam & friends. The only disappointment is I don’t have my computer with me. Maybe I should get a cute bag and start taking it everywhere. I can’t feed my addiction to blogging if it isn’t here. Or can I? I’m just writing on the back of my “To Do List” for last week. That’s close.

I don’t know what it is about this place, but I feel like I can get anything done. Maybe it’s the structure of my day, maybe the energy of the place. Here I feel like Super Woman. Or maybe it’s the 24 oz sugar free vanilla latte I drink every time I come here.

I feel like I have a real job. I think, perhaps, it’s been slowly working it s way into the other areas of my life. I actually get up and do things, like organizing my new shelf. I kept the kitchen clean all weekend. I finally got a shelf for my pots and pans so now my counter and stove aren’t cluttered. I feel like I can think more clearly. I can breathe. Now if I can just muster up the courage to de-spider apartment.

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