Up early to get to the Casa for a 7:25 crystal bed treatment before things get going. I meet up with Marina after and we wait for an hour and a half for them to call the revision line. In case I haven’t mentioned it, unless you head in before everything starts to the current room, you do a lot of waiting around!
Since it’s the start of the Casa work week, Joao comes out to greet everyone. He is not nearly as chatty as last week. He incorporates after a couple of moments and Dr. Augusto asks for anyone interested in a visible surgery. This time I am up front with a camera. Got snaps of him doing the hemostat up the nose trick, and then a woman comes up on the dais and he feels around her belly and lifts her shirt up about six inches, so her lower abdomen is exposed. After prepping some instruments, he pinches out between his index finger and thumb a few inch long roll of skin
and cuts a line in it with a small scalpel. He digs his finger in and looks to pull something small out.
Then he stitches it up. No noise, cry or even grimace on the woman’s face. Then he goes into the inner rooms and they start calling the lines: surgery first (invisible), second time, first time, and then mine – the revision line. This is 8 days after surgery when he looks at you to see what, if anything, you need to complete your healing. Luckily, no more surgery prescribed, but more herbs! I’m a little bummed because this means no alcohol and the diet when I’m in France in the fall, but que sera, sera.
Back at the Casa, I finally get to meet Susie, the woman from Boulder who wasn’t able to be my guide and so put me in touch with Marina. A real treat. After lunch, Marina and I go to sit in current. I have to say that 3 1/2 hours on the bench meditating (and just trying to stay awake for the first thirty minutes) put ,y fIth to the test for sure! Part of me is just ready to get back to life as I knew/know it. I guess this gives me more information about myself and perhaps patterns that keep me from moving further on this path. But, it also reminds me of one time when I asked Bruce, my then therapist (doesn’t everyone know about Bruce?), “will I ever be done with this?” and he said “No, as soon as you clear away the scum at the top of the bucket, some more rises to the top.” and I responded that I was just ready to take a break for a while. So there (but no stomping of the foot involved).
So happy to get back home and eat a fatass piece of yeallo cake with passion fruit icing BEFORE my dinner. Way to go, Deb…