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F It February Continues

As the new moon hit so did the  excruciating wrath of
my second kidney stone.  Coincidence?  There are none. 
My first physical attack was the full moon. But I supernaturally digress.

I spent yesterday leaning over the porcelain god praying 
(ok maybe begging) for peace. 
I asked Source for peace within in my body, for peace of my internal organs, my person, my mind and my spirit.
I asked for for divine flow (literally) and also for my daughter to not have to see or hear me in such dire straights again.
I just prayed for peace.

It's been three weeks since my hospital trip.
Three unreturned phone calls/messages to my doctor.
My insurance dropped. The urologist can't see me till next month....
But my outside circumstances will not dictate my well being.

Here's where F it February comes in.
F our health system. I have no faith in an industry run by big drug companies.
There is a lack of getting to the root cause of an issue and more of just dispensing
prescriptions to ease pain.  This is also happening currently with my father's health.
And while I was in an extreme amount of pain, I refused to go back to the hospital.
I knew that they wouldn't do anything more than give me a pain prescription and tell me be on the way.  
F it.

I called on FRIENDS to snatch up Sophia so that I could be alone with my process.
Grateful for their willingness and FLEXIBILITY.

Today I woke up without pain, able to hold down food
I do believe that without the help of
FRIENDS who took time to massage my kidneys, 
help me make some lemon water and
look after and care for my child, I'd still be in bed
holding on to my sheets for dear life.
I also was greeted by a neighbor
who brought a welcome gift, an art piece for my daughter called:
- of PEACE AND LOVE.  Check it out!

SO here's my thoughts.
If you don't have a Valentine, and you are writhing in emotional pain over it HONOR your FRIENDS who really go the F out of their way for you, who take the time to see you at your worst and give 
you to until they can't give anymore. OR do something nice for a stranger!  Pay for someone's toll or coffee - this neighbors act of kindness today really lifted my spirits.
If we become less entangled in the ever sought after romantic relationship and put a little more love into all of our relationships perhaps we'd have more fulfilling outcomes.
Just a thought.

F the Man.
In the time I've been on hold for my family Dr. to return my phone call or for a Urologist to see me,
I talked to a Nutritionist and my mother who gets kidney stones often to get a handle on what's to come or understand what kind of preventative measures I could take.
Since Kidneys filter blood, my nutritionist suggested
investigating the blood type diet. I started it. 
So I am lovingly F'ing Food - as my medicine.  
Understanding once again that I am the CEO of my own health.  
My health is not the effect of a broken system.

So that's where F it February continues.
Is this vulnerable enough for you?  Lift up your friends.
All of them.  Pour love and peace into your relationships.  You never know when you will need to make that phone call.
So F the Man, The Health System - whatever you want to call it.  Be the CEO of your own health. Listen to your intuition.
                                                      Listen to your body.

If I have learned anything being so uncomfortable it's that we really are all suffering.
THIS isn't something that I will take lightly anymore.  So if we can just give to each other small moments of peace, and wish for peace what a difference that could really make.

OK then.  Much love.
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If you want to write me a love letter, I welcome that too.
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Peace and love to you today,
your mind, your body and soul.
Mick G


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