” Let’s try again – deep breaths now – 1,2,3,4
Hmm not quite low enough. Second time lucky – deep breaths. Bit lower though not low enough. ”
I look past the pale green wall of the room at the grey sodden sky outside. Oh dear what am I going to do ?
“Third time, why don’t you imagine your perfect beach, OK ?”
I dream of …one, two ….pale golden sand….three, the soft swishing of the surf…four…palm trees leaning over me. The sun caresses my body. Pearly seashells sink into the sand as I walk, tiny wavelets nibble my toes and tempt me into the sea. The sky so blue its melting….
” Hello – yes – I was far away. Are we finished now ? We are ? the pre-surgery check is satisfactory ? And my blood pressure levels ? All OK. Thank-you. Bye”
March 23, 2018 at 4:13 pm
That’s my happy place too! I love that you did this. When I was in labor with my son, I went to the same place!
Very sorry it took me so long to read and comment. I was on spring break and had a dreadful time getting online.
March 23, 2018 at 6:01 pm
Wow – that’s amazing – the power of beach visualisation ! My story is based on my experience of pre-surgery. The nurses are so clever to suggest it, aren’t they.
March 15, 2018 at 7:42 am
That’s a nice happy place to go to 🙂
March 16, 2018 at 12:49 pm
Yes, a lovely, soothing place to go, I agree.