It is September 14, 2021 and it is not yet officially autumn. In fact, despite all the rain showers, I still feel like it’s summer. And my autumn feeling only really begins when the trees no longer have brown or no leaves. And there are brown, yellow and orange leaves spread all over… everything! It always reminds me of our wedding day, when it was sunny on November 15, so I didn’t have to wear a jacket with my off-the-shoulder dress. But I’ll stop for today, because as a hypersensitive woman, a story can just get away from me and I disappear into a blog about our wedding day. So it’s not about our wedding day, but more about a different kind of day. I am going to take an official corona test at the GGD on this ordinary Tuesday. In fact, as I write this, I’m looking at the clock. I still have half an hour to get there on time, it’s a ten minute car ride and I’m still in my sleeping shirt. After two nights of coughing and spluttering, I thought it would be useful to call the doctor this morning. Whether I could be given an expectorant and have a look at the type of puffs I am currently taking for the shortness of breath. I did not receive an answer to this, a corona test needs to be done and only then will the doctor call me about this tomorrow. I can also get an expectorant at the drugstore. Clear language. I take my responsibility, email and text my colleagues, call my youngest son’s school and my eldest son calls his internship. My husband also calls me. It sounds crazy, but suddenly I take my complaints much more seriously than I took them for granted. I can’t taste anything anymore I have a cold, am short of breath, cough a lot, have a sore throat and a temperature (37.7 degrees). How does this end? I have no idea, but what I do know is that I have these complaints every year, but perhaps I didn’t think much about the malfunctioning taste when I have a cold. Time is really running out now. (I’m going to shower and get dressed and continue writing about my experiences). The next day:
Well, what an experience. I’m really irritated by how the GP assistant can focus on a corona test instead of any other cause. And after a telephone conversation even says that I can also go to the drugstore to get a cough syrup. Knowing that the lady has been working there for quite a few years, but is also very young (at least in my eyes as she is almost in her fifties), I continue to be amazed and think of the phrase “think localy act localy”. In other words: I don’t want to spend a third night without sleeping due to coughing. Anyway, I behaved accordingly and took the test, which of course turned out to be negative 10 hours later. I bought my expectorant Fluimicil (how do they come up with it) again like every year and… another night of no sleep. I worry, not only because of quitting smoking again and the consequences, but also because of the deep coughing that I normally don’t have. I want to write everything down and realize that I have a day off anyway so I can take it easy. And write a blog for both this website but also for Linkedin:
Sky. When the air clears, we all feel relieved. As a highly sensitive person, I have always been aware of breath and air. Literally known oxygen shortage. Well, dear Flinked-inners, I am relieved. No Corona appears after yesterday’s test. Is this a reaction of my body to 7 self-employed persons and job interviews? I pushed seducer Nico T. out of my fingers and ran away again. Too much tar, not enough air. I once started smoking as a 13-year-old girl when I also had too little air in my life. Not knowing where I stand remains a trigger. But I look back on it lightly. Stay connected to your current employer, become an outpatient care provider elsewhere and a trainer and guest lecturer on the side. The set-up work and puppetry continue to have a place in this that I am grateful for. I created and manifested this myself! Now I just need to catch my breath before I continue. I received this gift from a client “you can hold it against the lens of your mobile phone”. Suddenly I saw myself and not just those I helped along the way. Without realizing it, I have focused too much on money and work and helping others. And I gave myself too little air. Hocuspocus pilates pass I wish everyone was someone else’s helper! The air has cleared: Let our happiness for each other be each others happines. Hocuspocus pilates pass I wish everyone was someone else’s helper! The air has cleared: Let our happiness for each other be each others happines. Hocuspocus pilates pass I wish everyone was someone else’s helper! The air has cleared: Let our happiness for each other be each others happines.
