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Playing Catch-Up after a MonSter attack.



                                                                                

                                                                               



I thought last week was bad? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA


Good ol' Mona may be wearing that secret, seductive smile, but Lisa knows the true meaning of that famous lip action. Just when you think you have reached the lowest of lows, the MonSter throws a lightening bolt and reminds you to never, nev-er, never, ever turn your back on the threat of retaliation.

Note to self: Do NOT challenge the enemy to a show down. Keep your mouth shut and move on.

Allergy season is in high gear here in West Virginia, with this past Saturday, April 30 (Happy belated birthday, Aunt Katie), noted as having the state's highest air born pollen count concentrated in Fairmont, WV. I live right outside Fairmont. My son and I spent the entire day in Fairmont at the WV State Math Field Day Contest. (He is now the WV state Game Master.) By the time the day's events came to a close, my eyes were practically swollen shut and I could not breathe through my nose. My son looked worse than I could dare to describe my own symptoms.

Of course my annoying nemesis cackled with glee upon being given the opportunity to weasel its way into my weakened immune system. While my son and I dozed on the sofas while binge watching Impractical Jokers, the MonSter partied on. 

While doing my best to care for my teenager (He really did his best to share the care-giver responsibilities, good boy that he is.), the MonSter played with my balance, my bladder, my vision, and my emotions. 

The living room looked like a war zone by the time we convinced ourselves to turn in for a night of restless, congested, repose. Used tissues littered the floor and empty drinking vessels covered the tables. Throw blankets were literally thrown around the room. the cat even looked frazzled.


I finally rallied last evening after an experimental session with some essential oils and a hot compress on my chest. In fact, other than a lingering headache, I am almost normal.  For you essential oil fans, here's my recipe:
Rub coconut oil on the chest.
Rub a dab of eucalyptus oil over the coconut oil.
Rub a dab of peppermint oil over the eucalyptus oil.
Apply wet heat to the chest.

I don't know exactly what happened, but I stopped coughing up a lung (and it was bad, bad) and even my head seemed to clear. I slept last night. Really slept. Yeah!

I couldn't convince science-brained son to give it a go, so he headed out for school this morning feeling miserable. Hope he improves throughout the day, poor fellow. He hates spring, fall or any season that brings the earth alive with new new smells and float-y things in the air.

Since  we are on the topic of oils, have you used the recommended blend for MS? Well, get out a fresh roller ball and start blending.

Dilute 1-2 drops of the following with fractionated coconut oil:  Frankincense, sandalwood and peppermint. Apply to spine, back of the neck, and soles of the feet several times a day. It seems to work. Anything is worth a try, right?

Anyway, I apologize for not being any more insightful today. 

My husband tells me that it is my responsibility to take better care of myself. Of course he does not understand what additional effort that requires. While he spent the weekend fishing (and I am very glad he wasn't here to witness the devastation on the home front), I juggled caring for my son, attempting to fight through another unplanned exacerbation, and trying to get my own body to respond to positive thought and health treatment. He doesn't need to know how many times I peed the bed or fell head first across the floor. It will be my little secret why the fridge is rather empty and dirty dishes cover the kitchen counters. When he returns from work today, my Mona Lisa smile will be intact and dinner will be simmering on the stove. I will have showered and the house will be straightened. 

The MonSter will be put on a shelf for now.

Until next time,
Lisa











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