We're up for grabs for the next charlatan who comes ambling along

[clevermanka]

Hey, it's Friday the 13th! So here's something horrible and frightening for you.

I woke this morning with a sore throat. FANTASTIC. I hope it's just the dry air but I'll be purchasing a new neti pot this weekend. The neti pot will help with dry sinuses, too, so win/win.

My little "check-out" episodes at last week's hypnotherapy were not a one-time thing. During last night's session I checked out for what felt like a long time. Long enough that I came to consciousness while she was talking and I had no idea what she was talking about until I could put it into context with the next thing she said. I am a deep sleeper, but I have a very difficult time falling asleep with background noise (ask mckitterick or any of his friends whom I've had to aggressively shush when they hang out late at our house). Also, my body clock doesn't allow me to fall asleep between 4pm and 9pm unless I'm very ill. So the fact that my brain clicked off for I don't know how long (couldn't have been more than a few minutes) is very unusual. When the session was over, I mentioned this to Jennifer and she assured me that I never stopped responding. So either I was responding while unconscious or I blanked out in the middle of one of her sentences and regained awareness before she stopped speaking. Very interesting.

And yes, I am fully aware of the humor inherent in posting about hypnotism and Carl Sagan at the same time.

There is so much to do this weekend. I have no idea if I can fit it all in. I want to collage my 2014 planner since I didn't get a chance to do that over Thanksgiving weekend. I want to sew a party skirt for the department holiday party on Sunday since I've outgrown my other party clothes. I want to go see the new Hobbit since Martin Freeman. And of course there's all the usual weekend stuff: laundry, groceries, cooking for the week, meeting with Andrew...and then the party on Sunday evening which I really don't feel like attending but must attend because I put something in the auction to raise money for the English grad student organization and I need to be there in case people have questions about it. Le Sigh

In other news, it was crazy slick outside this morning. I had to walk in the grass all the way up to campus. And where there was no grass (crossing the street or driveways) I had to do my little old lady shuffle. It was warm enough that I wore my light coat, but the roads and sidewalks were dangerously icy. STUPID WEATHER.

I hope I don't fall on my ass trying to get to the gym tonight.

Comments

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

What you're describing sounds like the brain wave state that happens when a person has hit that sweet spot in meditation or trance work. Deeper processes take over to a certain degree, and there's a sufficient amount of safety and trust perceived in the environment, so the surface activity takes a break. Or something like that. Glad to hear positive-interesting things are happening with Jennifer, whatever the case.

Yay, party skirt!

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

What you're describing sounds like the brain wave state that happens when a person has hit that sweet spot in meditation or trance work.

COOL!

[msmitti.livejournal.com]

I heart Carl Sagan.

I think the checking out would weird me out. A lot. But I have control issues.

Sending you a little spare time this weekend for all those projects--sheesh!

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I think people who have serious control issues probably wouldn't sign up for hypnotherapy. =D

YES PLEASE SEND ALL THE FREE TIME.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Meep. Carefuls on de walkies!
Have you got a set of those shoe gripper thingies for ice?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I do, but I've found they don't work well when the ice is super thin. They need a little bit of something to grip.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Bummer.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

When the session was over, I mentioned this to Jennifer and she assured me that I never stopped responding. So either I was responding while unconscious or I blanked out in the middle of one of her sentences and regained awareness before she stopped speaking. Very interesting.

Next time this happens, could you ask her (in mid-session), "What was the last thing I said?" and see if you remember saying it or not?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

My responses aren't vocal, though. She asks me yes/no questions and I raise an appropriate finger.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay, I wasn't clear on that. This makes testing this kind of thing hard.

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

It may be a comfort thing, as someone else said. You're consciously and subconsciously opening up to it.

I hope this comment reaches a non-sprained set of butt cheeks :D

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I agree with your analysis. I think I'm finally getting to a point where my brain goes "okay, let's do this thing!"

Butt cheeks: UN-SPRAINED!

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

I peeench.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

Oh Stephen, you sexy mutha.

Hope the throat is feeling better, btw.

[dotar-sojat.livejournal.com]

God, I miss Carl Sagan...

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's why we have Cosmos on DVD.

[chronovore.livejournal.com]

That Sagan bit is too scary, even for a Friday the thirteenth.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

How little things have changed. For the better, anyway.