Here's another story you will enjoy. When I was 4 yrs old I had to have my tonsils out. The memory of a nurse pressing a mask with ether to my face is still clear. I was very frightened. But all went well and I awoke with the usual sore throat and was given ice to suck on and then chocolate ice cream -- well that was it! I was not ever going to allow anything else into my mouth .... that sore throat was going to last years. About 5 days later I was very surprised to find myself restrained in my chair at the dining table by Gramma while my mom tipped my head back and poured Chicken Noodle soup down my throat through a Tom Terrific hat! And I have loved that soup ever since.
Another strange experience I had was caused by Bald-faced Hornets. When I was 5 yrs old I was running through the back yard past the raspberry bushes and knocked into a hornet's nest. They totally took their rage out on me and I was covered with stings. Mom and Dad came running and took me up to the house to call the Doctor. He said that because of the number of stings and the distance to the Hospital, the best thing for me was to be buried in mud until he could get there. So here I am, completely hysterical, being taken out to the back yard and watching Dad with a shovel, Mom with the hose, and then me put in the trench and told to hold still. It was such a strange feeling - that cool mud, all of us crying. I survived just fine and am not even allergic to bees. However, I do have a serious PHOBIA of bees, and I love mud.
Another strange experience I had was caused by Bald-faced Hornets. When I was 5 yrs old I was running through the back yard past the raspberry bushes and knocked into a hornet's nest. They totally took their rage out on me and I was covered with stings. Mom and Dad came running and took me up to the house to call the Doctor. He said that because of the number of stings and the distance to the Hospital, the best thing for me was to be buried in mud until he could get there. So here I am, completely hysterical, being taken out to the back yard and watching Dad with a shovel, Mom with the hose, and then me put in the trench and told to hold still. It was such a strange feeling - that cool mud, all of us crying. I survived just fine and am not even allergic to bees. However, I do have a serious PHOBIA of bees, and I love mud.
OK. How you can love mud after that experience, I don't know. Only Paula would! Kind of like a death in life experience, huh?
ReplyDeleteMaybe it was the Tom Terrific hat that made the chicken noodle soup taste so wonderful. Mixed messages there, mixed messages. No wonder you had fibromyalgia.
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