The real skinny on my CST.

I have been busy trying to accomplish a full IP day (sometimes it's rough and I forget things) and I haven't remembered to write anything to go along with these photos - sorry! In all honesty - I posted them to show the human face behind the dreaded COLD SHEET TREATMENT. I think it's not properly named, really - it should be referred to as the HOT/COLD Hydrotherapy treatment. I guess that didn't make as easy an acronym.

Getting ready for it took a bit. I did choose a sheet I thought would be more comfy and I don't have a white one. Incidentally, I think white sheets are akin to evil that causes folks to constantly stain wash and feel their walls and their life needs to be clean and crisp - an utter waste of time in my book. I think all things purely white in a home tend to make people feel like they can't relax or make a creative mess = evil. :) I firmly believe that sheets should be colored and beautiful. More color = more joy. Anyhow - I digress. I really should go buy a cheap white sheet for this next round.

The boys brought the cooler up to the 2nd floor and I put the sheet in with the 2 bags of ice. I gotta say - the cold sheet is what I was dreading the most. I'm not 'cold' people. I was raised in the South - I really don't like cold, wet stuff next to my body. It seems unnatural. In honesty - that's the part of the IP that's been hardest for me. Spot checking hot/cold therapy like on my liver or my lymph glands - ok. Just not the 'whole body'. Ack!

I dreaded and dreaded it. So much so that I didn't do one on the first round of IP, clearly skirting it and frustrating the hell out of my sweet lil healing coach. I was concerned about falling in and outta myself, consciousness wise and I wanted my man to help me. Seeing as he's in school for programming and working on an i-phone app - I 'see' him pretty much when he comes to bed lately. It's been tough on my emotions to do the IP without him - he's my bestest friend and I've cried and felt pitiful about it. He asked a programmer friend to help with his project so he could help me with the cold sheet, which was super sweet, and then - my relief choice, our roomie (great guy, like my brother and I don't mind him seeing me nekkid in purple latex panties (yes, I went there)) said he wanted to help too. I was gonna let him off the hook but he's a m assotherapist for a living and REALLY wanted to help. Hey - whatever floats yer boat. I been avoiding it for 2 months- but if ya wanna do this wacky thing with me - who am I to refute two strong Earth sign men to help? I'm not.

*btw, he and I are shooting a little film this weekend showing you how to massage/clear your colon properly and pump your own liver- he really knows his stuff. We're gonna draw the liver on me/show you where it is on your own body in relation to your rib cage-then how to physically work with it. It's gonna rock!*

I'd ordered these purple latex boy shorts off a wacky site (perhaps one of the most 'vanilla' things they sold) to protect my druthers a bit more. Remember, I'm working on healing chronic vaginal pain and it just didn't sound like my cup of tea to exacerbate my situation. I smeared with vaseline, sprinkled flour inside the shorts before I eeeped them onto my body, made a few baking/flour jokes and how I was sure hoping I didn't breed wacky stuff between the flour, the vaseline & the spices in the tub - and got in the spicey water. It didn't seem hot enough after a few minutes and they teased me as I rubbed the spice sack all over myself. Honestly - I felt like that was what gave me the experience I needed. I'd made them both read the 2 pages on the CST in the IP Manual before we started and true to their Taurean nature - they were on top of it. The Cold Sheet Tea was downright HORRIBLE and no matter how cute a pitiful face I made - they were makin' me suck it down. Lobelia & Cayenne kept coming. Now, mind you, I'm a MASTER when it comes to taking cayenne so I don't suffer too much. Straight cayenne tincture on my tongue with no water to take 'er down a notch? I hiccuped like that little gray mouse in Tom & Jerry used to. Thrashing back and forth - that's when I needed the cold towel for my head. lol

I think they enjoyed it. Hands down, they kept me giggling. They added hot water to the tub and were very sweet. The man even went so far as to stick his hand in there and swirl the spice sack back and forth for a long time. What a gem, he is. Course, then he started saying in this crazed, mumbly tone, 'whoa that's a spicey hand'....lololol He shoulda been totally submerged!!!

I stayed in for what they told me was a perfect 30 minutes (the lied & later told me I'd stayed in for 40 MINUTES, Woohoo!). I really hated the cold wet sheet. I exclaimed expletives the whole way down the hallway. I was totally shocked at the cold wet sheet. The hot bath with spices of doom? Not really nuthin'. They thought it was that I'm so acclimated to cayenne & spicey stuff that it didn't affect me as much. I dunno - I think it's just as viable that I'd put it up to be more evil than it really was.

I laid in that cold blue sheet, on that krinkly blue plastic tarp for like, 20 minutes, fighting to keep the cold wet sheet from clinging to my belly. Lol - I was SUCH a weenie about the cold sheet. I can drink some wack stuff, take some wack stuff - but a cold wet sheet? Get the sheet outta here, I tell yas.

I lived. I was shocked at the coldness - but remember - I'm a super weenie about cold wet stuff. I guess I'm just designed that way. Moving up North, I had to buy my first REAL winter coat - perhaps that says something. After about 20 minutes, I was very clear minded, a little wobbly, but super clear minded...and wanted FOOD. I ate food and was most grateful for having filled my belly.

Afterward? The next day, my bloating went down considerably. That day, though, I don't think was a good indicator of what I'd gotten out of it. Now - the day after THAT day? Well...I got up earlier, felt like I could greet the day. Wasn't near as depressed and the lump/cysty thing on the right side of my breast had gone down to practically nothing. Yeah - it was that drastic. Don't worry - Uny had a field day with the 'I told ya so' on the phone. That's the look I'm giving in the photo. She was on speaker phone with the boys and I had 3 people I love laughing at me. lololol

Did I hype it up to be more horrible than it'd be? Yes. Did it do more than I'd thought it would? Yes.

Remember the sizable bunion on the right big toe? I've been putting a charcoal poultice on it before bed every other night. It's significantly smaller all of a sudden than it was a few days ago. I find that verrrrrrrrry interesting.

To your health!!

Miss H
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