Last night's session with Clementine was, as I expected, interesting. I don't know that I'll go for a second session (it was too woo-woo for me), but talking with her certainly made me think about my health in new ways. Among the questions she asked: "How does being ill serve you?" "Do you know how to self-identify as healthy?" and "Why does your body attack itself?" Intriguing questions. I didn't have answers for all of them.
The idea of self-identifying as healthy is the one that struck me most. What would happen if I simply started pretending like I was healthy? Would that be a good thing? Is it even possible? I'm unsure on both counts. I need to talk about this more with someone who has a therapy/counseling background so can ask me the right questions, but also has an understanding of my actual physical limitations and will be realistic about what is...well, realistic. But I can't pay Clementine another $70 for a follow-up visit right now, and I'm not sure that would be helpful, anyway.
I had an insight last night about how to deal with Friday night's performance and the eating/swelling issue. Wear a body stocking. So obvious, right? *facepalm*
Unfortunately, it's a bit too late to do anything about it since I don't own a body stocking, the woman who might stock such things locally is not returning my phone call, and none of the websites I found can guarantee 24-hour delivery. Even if they could guarantee delivery tomorrow, I'm not sure I'd want to pay the overnight rush charges.
I wish the body stockings sold at sex toy/novelty shops were a little sturdier. Hm. Maybe I'll dig out one of my old black fishnet body stockings from my punkier days and see if I can put together a costume around that. I'll just pretend to be one of those dark fusion dancers. A white-bread, mid-western audience isn't going to know the difference, anyway.
The idea of self-identifying as healthy is the one that struck me most. What would happen if I simply started pretending like I was healthy? Would that be a good thing? Is it even possible? I'm unsure on both counts. I need to talk about this more with someone who has a therapy/counseling background so can ask me the right questions, but also has an understanding of my actual physical limitations and will be realistic about what is...well, realistic. But I can't pay Clementine another $70 for a follow-up visit right now, and I'm not sure that would be helpful, anyway.
I had an insight last night about how to deal with Friday night's performance and the eating/swelling issue. Wear a body stocking. So obvious, right? *facepalm*
Unfortunately, it's a bit too late to do anything about it since I don't own a body stocking, the woman who might stock such things locally is not returning my phone call, and none of the websites I found can guarantee 24-hour delivery. Even if they could guarantee delivery tomorrow, I'm not sure I'd want to pay the overnight rush charges.
I wish the body stockings sold at sex toy/novelty shops were a little sturdier. Hm. Maybe I'll dig out one of my old black fishnet body stockings from my punkier days and see if I can put together a costume around that. I'll just pretend to be one of those dark fusion dancers. A white-bread, mid-western audience isn't going to know the difference, anyway.