thinking of your hands being warm and your head cool. It's for improving your circulation, but it always calms me down in my sessions.
How? I can think hands warm but I haven't figured out face cool.
I always figured holding my inhale was the key to relaxing, but it just made me lightheaded. Holding the exhale worked much better.
It is certainly making me feel calmer. Though the pulse is going between 85 and 90, of which I prefer the smaller numbers. I'll skip holding the inhale as any more lightheaded and the damn thing will float away and my ceilings aren't clean enough for me to want my head hanging out there.
Perhaps obsessively pushing the button to check is bad. Can't quit cold turkey though. Every five minutes maybe.
You know, I rock at getting other people through this. Why can't I do it more easily for me?
OK, you know what stupid thing I like? The "too excited to sleep!" Disney ad kid.
I adore that kid.
What the hell are you going on about, Gus?
I can think hands warm but I haven't figured out face cool.
Me neither. Not least of all because I hate the cold. It still seems to work. I just think the word cool at my head, and actually think of the sensation of warmth in my hands.
This whole time I need to have gotten up and taken my Maxalt. It's stupid to wait--it works best at migraine's start, but when else am I going to try the biofeedback?
Well, at least I can start the kettle for rooibos tea and get some socks when I'm up.
GA:
we should have a death pool each week. what do we think? groom? kid? woobie? One week they should kill them all
What the hell are you going on about, Gus?
Tits. What else is there?
I forgot about GA! Can't watch it now - I threw in a tape at 17 minutes after. What did I miss?
GA:
Of course, ever since that line was in the preview, I've been thinking, "You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."
Edit: Sorry, zen, that doesn't respond to your post. I can't think yet.
Exactly what I was thinking, Jesse
I totally thought of that too.
What the hell are you going on about, Gus?
Tits. What else is there?
Mine and msbelle's to be precise.
No, I don't know why. It's also possible that me instantly donating to charity the money he just gave me a problem, but I'm not sure yet.
