A disturbance in the force
She put the ends of the stethoscope in her ears and told me to lift up my shirt; she said she wanted to listen to my liver. I fully expected that my liver would sense an opportunity for salvation and would be screaming “Help! Let me out of here!†as soon as the stethoscope descended, and hoped that it wouldn’t embarrass me.
Fortunately her attention was distracted. “Oh, dear, dear, dear no†she said, pointing an accusing finger at what I was about to discover is my manipura chakra, which controls higher emotion and energy.
It appears that one of the problems I have been having in combating depression is that I have a metal object stuck right in the very centre of my spiritual being.
If I want to get better, I’m going to have to remove my belly-button ring.
February 21st, 2007 at 7:16 pm
I have just found your blog through World of Bloggers and I’m glad I did!
Great stuff.
Loved the idea of what your liver might say.
February 22nd, 2007 at 9:09 am
Oh dear. My spiritual being hasn’t been well in a very, very long time then…
February 22nd, 2007 at 2:42 pm
Amanda - hello and welcome! I’m glad you like it. My liver and I have regular conversations, so do come back for more.
LCG - Tell me about it! 8 years I’ve had mine. My stomach looks all weird, like a little blind mole or something.