I’m finally writing. I have discovered that whenever I write to say that I’ll write later, I never do. This does bother me but I am learning to accept the fact that there are no “shoulds” in my life right now, with the exception of continuing my progress back to health.
Anyway on to the topic I had in mind on Friday, environments and my feelings. It occurred to me, as I was brushing my teeth, that I have a very distinct and significant set of mental perceptions about each environment I spend time in. For example at my Dad’s house there are three separate places where I spend a fair amount of time, the spare room which is where have been since being sick, the TV room right next door, and my brother’s old room, which is where I’m sleeping these days. (I made the move as the bed I’m in now is much firmer and thus better for my back) In addition to these rooms, there is my Mom’s house, the hospital (specifically 4 North A) as well as the apartment and hospital room in which I stayed in Toronto. With each of these ‘environments’ I associate different feelings and emotions.
The interesting discovery I made last week relates to these feelings and emotions when my “normal” state is altered while I’m in any of the environments. For example, the week I spent in bed I spent in my brother’s room, which previously was a place I associated with good sleep and comfort. However after that week I found myself in a real funk as I was spending most of my days in bed and they were filled with pain and discomfort. Now I found myself struggling to find any form of comfort in this room even as my condition improved, I needed to make a concerted effort to get in another environment for at least a short while each day.
Geoff
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