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Cupping - under the knife - alone again
Cupping procedure tomorrow alone as usual.
Date: 3/25/2009 7:31:13 PM ( 15 y ) ... viewed 1776 times Tomorrow I will go and get a cupping done to me. This is called hijama. It is a old fashion way of letting of the blood or making small cuts in a pumped up area to get rid of the bad blood. It is a regular practice her but may be scary to those who know nothing of this.
This is a link that explains the whole procedure.
http://curezone.com/forums/fm.asp?i=1381084#i
I had originally planned to go on Tuesday but we had a huge storm and I could not go. So the weather is better and I will go in the morning. I have to be there between 8:30 - 10:00 am. If there are no people there, it takes around ten minutes.
It was reminding me when I had to be operated on in America and my husband was in Jordan. My neighbor just dropped me off at the clinic and I had to go thru the procedure all alone. Someone had tried to poison me because I was helping the Mosque get a parking lot so I had to be admitted to the hospital under a different idenity. The doctor understood the danger I was in so she helped me. We had agreed that I would not be put under any anesthesia as I did not trust the hospital staff.
When I got into the room, she comes up to me and tells me Sara, not my real name, I lied to you. I must put you under. I started to cry and told her I was so afraid, and she assured me that she knew everyone in the room. I made her swear to God, she was telling the truth. I agreed.
When I woke up, I was in a general recovery room and I looked around the room and there was my doctor tending to me. She was very kind and understood my fear. She took my hand and told me if there not someone I can call for you.
I told her no, I am all alone. I looked around and everyone had someone, but me. I was all alone. As tears came down my face, I looked up at the sky and asked Allah not to let me die alone. I was afraid and like tomorrow, I have to go alone. I am not afraid as I have had this done 5 things but for some reason I was remembering those awful times. I was remembering how cruel people can be and I was remembering that most people don't treat you bad because you did something wrong but just because you are different or because you don't do what they tell you to do. I had to help the Mosque as I was their Broker and I don't regret my decisions, just get sad some days at the cruelty of others.
SARA
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