End of week #1

This is the part that you pretend it's Friday:

Nothing exciting to report from today.  More IV therapies and laser only over my liver "topically," not also through the IV.  More note comparison, reading, and learning.  I got a new "tincture" to drink a lot of times per day, which smells a bit like it could start a fire if too near an open flame.  All in all, a quiet day, soooo here's a picture to look at:


Saturdays are supposed to be a shorter day.  Today, however, we had the acupuncturist/massage therapist come and no one complained that the day ended up being nearly normal in duration.  Healing has gone really well from the interstitial treatment on Wednesday.  There's definitely activity happening with quite a bit of heat still, but no pain since the great laughing incident. 

Leannda's sister and her sister's boyfriend arrived this afternoon and we went to check out Rosarito.  The clinic is on a cliff above the ocean, pretty much right in the middle of the playas de Tijuana and Rosarito.  At least this week, we had two patients staying at the playas de Tijuana (me included) and two in Rosarito, so we were able to scout out the lodging option in Rosarito.  ...and promptly decided we were very happy staying where we are.  Rosarito is cool, but much busier compared to where we're staying.  We're a short walk to busy, but it's nice to go home and be in quiet, too.  

There's a string a horses hanging out on the beach in Rosarito for beach rides--with a few ponies to keep things spicy.

This week has exceeded expectations.  What I've dreamt of for a medical system in the US exists, it just happens to be in Mexico.  The entirety of the self is the patient, not just a body.  I was hoping that we'd get to know the other patients, too, and that happened quickly and with total comfort--add the staff to that, too.  Everyone is incredibly kind, likeminded, and the joy that comes from walking in the clinic in the morning grows everyday.  Sappy?  Maybe.  True?  Yes.  Tomorrow is a day off from the clinic, which will feel weird.  We have to forage for food?  What is this?  

Also, my mom made a tie for Zeus, so he and Lobo are working on becoming partners at the law office.  Lobo & Zeus, Attorneys at Paw




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