instead of checking...

Body: 

• Go for a 20 minute walk whilst (as an American I LOVE that Old English word) making large, slow movements with your arms, like gracefully flapping your wings. When you lift the arms up whilst :-) keeping the shoulders down, upper back flat and broad, and head pulled up at the crown, the whole-body fascial stocking is exercised and organs are moved toward their anatomic positions. Keep your feet pointing straight ahead and your lower belly relaxed. Breathe through your nose.

• Come home and take several slow firebreaths.

• Lean forward and rest your arms onto a low counter or table (anything about thigh height) and do a series of gentle toe raises.

• Commit to trying to remain mindful of breathing through your nose while relaxing into the posture as you do your work.

• Do some shortened version of this when you feel like checking again – even a few toe raises.

• You are bound to feel improvement. The ups and downs of prolapse must be responded to with posture, exercise, and attitude. Our worst day is better than the several years-post-hysterectomy woman’s best day.

Will try all those bar the 20 minute walk lol...

I think if we can get past the weird feeling - We wont check (Well I wont)

I am gonna cut n paste that to an email and in my drafts so I can easily find it at a later date

Is it really possible for me to get this to go back in a bit for another two years? I really pray so...

Thanks

Sue

Look into the eyes - They hold the key...
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Will try it. I was just about to go and check again but I will try not to now. Once I get the kids to bed I will do some firebreathing and toe raises. I'll pace the living room doing the arm cirlces as its a bit dark outside to be walking around on my own.

Sue, I think you and I are in the same place right now althogh I do believe my main problem in the rectocele but then I haven't checked for about a week so you never know! All I know is I am obsessed with it and feel horrible.

I dunno why I read tghe internet - It just makes me feel like crap. Now I think I have a grade 3 cystocele (well when it tries to escape that is) So prolly 2-2.5

I hate myself :'(
I hate the feeling of failure
I hate the feeling like nothing I do changes anything
I hate this falling apart feeling I have lately.
Hate feeling like this so will just go till I feel more positive.

Sue

Look into the eyes - They hold the key...
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Sorry you've been having a rough time lately, Sue. Hope things improve soon.

Beejay

Hey Sue, it's through tears that I post this to you. If I'm seen
as false, then so be it. You are worth it, my friend. Come back
and post and let us know you're okay. The world needs voices like
yours. And personally, I could not do without your gremlin typo
monster!! That dude is hilarious!!

For Sue---

You Stand So Tall…

You got knocked down, into some painful places
You stood back up, and yes you found some graces
How things once were, you wish you’d find some traces
But here you are, still standing tall.
You look left, and yes you see worse cases
Then you look right, and there’s only smiling faces
But in-between, as left and right erases
There you are, still standing tall.
The world knocks its best down to the ground
Because it knows they will rebound
They’ll rise back up all safe and sound
They will stand tall.
And with their rise comes humbleness
From broken hearts comes faithfulness
Back to the world, they give their best
As they stand tall.
The falling down is rising up
The falling down is gaining trust
The falling down is a must
To stand so tall.
You are so tall, we see you there
We feel your love, your gentle care
All that you’ve learned, you greatly share
You are so tall.
So come on now, find your feet
Claim it all, bitter and sweet
A balm you are, to all you meet
You stand so tall.
You got knocked down, into some painful places
You stood back up, and yes you found some graces
How things once were, you wish you’d find some traces
But here you are, still standing tall
Here you are, still standing tall.

Sue…it’ll be okay. Where there’s life, there’s hope ya know?
(I borrowed that line from one of my favorite inspirational people)
Love ya girl, Kit 4:17 a.m. January 28, 2008

Thank you do much - Beautiful poem - Brought me to tears :-)

You are a great poet (I only write silly poems)

Thank you

x x x x x

Sue

Look into the eyes - They hold the key...
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F*c* it - I hafta fight this thing - Or give in. I am NO QUITTER... I am the most Stubborn woman ever born in alot of ways (I am told lol)

I need to regroup the resources within me and get some sleep. I need to get through this Friday thing onmy arm. I need to get my partner to understand the ME which he does not (He does try - Can never fault him for that one. My Maladies have prolly traumatised this man in many ways, as I drag him along with me (Yup for pessary and all) He does try, But men have short memories and if not nagged - They tend to forget things are still happening)

I am frightened (Just typing that word makes the eyes full lol)

I was already frightened of a future with a disability I know will get worse (My mother also has it and I SEE what will very likely befall me - But I hafta hide my fear cos I love her and would never want her to suffer more than she is)

I have to make sure MY daughter is the Whole Woman she needs to be...

I need sleep. I am so tired that the word sleep (being so elusive for this past 6mths) makes me full of tears too.

Maybe if I can get sleep and that I will feel stronger?

I thought about my future that may well be in a wheel chair and - lolmoment - If I am in a wheelchair it won't bother me cos I am sat and it's no problem

Ok Son home will stop now.....

I will survive this - Somehow...

Ignore me when I get all stupid...

Sue

*Typomonster says she will survive... Watch the typos for proof*

Look into the eyes - They hold the key...
http://www.bringmadeleinehome.com/img/maddy544x150Banner.jpg

kit's poem is beautiful, and really its written for you. anyone who knows you would see that immediately. I don't even know you irl and I can see that.

but, sweetie, you really do need to get some sleep. one way or another. the absolute worst depression I've ever had was exacerbated by sleep deprivation. and now I know when I'm getting down I NEED to get adequate sleep. if the word sleep is making you cry, THAT'S A SIGN!

please, please, please, find a way to get some sleep. I'm willing to bet once rested, all of your tenacious, upbeat spirit comes back.

you WILL survive this, but you need to sleep.
:::::::::::::sending the sandman your way::::::::::::::