Peace fell like a summer shower and quiet settled in.Īs the PA stitched me up, she asked me about my work. Nothing profound, but a few sentences to my heavenly Father. Quiet yourself.” The strength of his hand calmed me. As my body started shaking from the pain, my husband reached over and gently said, “Breathe, just breathe. My left arm grew more weary by the minute-from holding a pile of gauze cloths to my wound and the increased swelling around the sting site. On the ride to Patient First, anxiety set in. Three stitches later, I returned home to take Benadryl, extra strength Tylenol and lay low. To make a very long story short, the Director, Joanne, a highly capable and competent nurse, swept me into the nurse’s station, checked me out, took my blood pressure (noted I was in a state of shock), made sure it was only a bee sting (no anaphylactic shock happening), and called my dear husband, who works just minutes away. Within seconds, Cheryl, the head nurse, turned the corner. I reached up and felt my head and saw my reddened hand.īeing very allergic to wasps, I started to panic. Ummm, that can’t be good, I thought to myself. I really believe he was an angel.Īs I tried to start walking, I noticed blood dripping on my leg (still hunched over, btw). Thankfully, the Orkin Man was in the courtyard. I didn’t know whether to scream from the pain or the sting, so I just buckled over and tried to gain some sense of composure. Instead, while filling my mom’s bird feeder outside her Assisted Living apartment window, I leaned over to pick up my sunglasses on the grass, only to rise up and have the metal awning slice my scalp-and at the same exact moment have an angry bee sting my left forearm.
My agenda was to take my mom to her post-cataract surgery four-week checkup (in which she received the great news that she now has 20/20 vision), grab some lunch, be present for my 2:00 coaching session and spend the rest of the day working on my book proposal and carrying out my other responsibilities. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I never expected that I would end up lacerating my head on a metal awning + being stung by an angry bee all at the same time. ― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven You have peace,” the old woman said, “when you make it with yourself.”
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#Breathe peace of mind rar professional
Speaking to someone – such as a mental health professional or even a friend – can help with letting the thoughts out, considering how they sound when said out loud. ‘Focus on what’s in your control in this current moment, rather than the “what ifs” or past regrets.’ ‘If you find yourself catastrophising, start to question whether your negative thoughts are 100% true – they’re probably not – in this way, over time, you can start to neutralise your thoughts, which will have a positive influence on how you feel. Look at whether your thoughts are more skewed towards the negative rather than being more neutral or positive.
‘Challenge your thoughts to engage your logic.
This will signal to your body that you are safe in the now. ‘The aim is to change your physical state from tense to relaxed.
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