Pain in the Left Tonsil - My Cat Is Sick

 

A little over a week ago, my favorite cat—whom I call “My Mama”—got sick. She developed a strange tic where she would open her mouth jerkily, was drooling more than usual, and had a runny nose. On the first day, I thought she might have been hit or that a bone was stuck in her throat, but there was nothing visibly wrong with her. She was eating well, so I wasn’t too worried.

The next day, I contacted the vet, who asked me to give her some medication for a few days for a possible case of cat flu with mouth sores. Looking back now, I think those mouth sores might have been a reaction to something she ate that she didn’t like (maybe some pasta with hot peppers left over from our meal). To be on the safe side, I gave her the pills for a few days, and everything was fine. I kept her indoors more and made sure she was eating well. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, and I didn’t want to take any chances. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong on my own.

After about 3 days, it seemed to me that one of the cats was a bit snotty, so I gave him some pills as a precaution for about 3 days.

And now, since I’ve explained the context, here’s what happened to me—around day 4, I developed a terrible pain in my left tonsil, and I had trouble swallowing. I ate foods that were easier to swallow for about three days, mostly cream soups.

The conclusion—what happened to the cat didn’t sit well with me. The left tonsil is affected by the following conflict: “I’ve swallowed an unwanted bite of food and can’t spit it out.” For this reason, the tonsil swells up to prevent the bite from being “swallowed.” On the right side, the conflict is entirely different—“I’m waiting for a bite that I really want, but it never comes.” Pain in both tonsils occurs during the active conflict phase, so the conflict must be resolved as soon as possible. For me, it lasted about three days, with two days of more severe pain, difficulty swallowing, and pain when I tilted my head back.

I didn't take anything; everything resolved on its own once I was sure that all the cats were fine—both the two sick ones and the other six that hadn't shown any symptoms.

Wishing everyone good health,

Geo

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A Vacation Full of Conflicts

 

Two weeks ago, we had a one-week reservation in Slanic Moldova. We were there last year as well and had a wonderful, adventure-filled vacation. This year, we decided to go back, but to relax more and enjoy the mountains and the peace and quiet.

That’s exactly what we did, but a few days after we arrived, meteorologists announced heavy rains in the Moldova region—a cyclone named Boris (a name that strikes me as embarrassingly and ironically Russian, but whatever). It rained very little in Slanic, a bit more back home in Iași, but it was a gentle, soothing rain. However, the next day, when we turned on the TV to watch the news, we were horrified. As an aside, we don’t have a TV at home and rarely watch the news. Here, however, we had nothing better to do; the apartment had two TVs, and we fully experienced the “benefits” of the panic induced by the reporters. In some areas of Galați and Vaslui, it rained a lot—strangely heavy—with water reaching up to 2 meters in some places. It was a disaster: people swept away by the floodwaters in the middle of the night, animals killed, houses filled with mud. All this against the backdrop of floods similar to those that occurred 10 years ago in the same area—floods after which people didn’t mobilize to do anything, and the authorities just rode around in boats and pretended to care.

The panic stirred up on TV really got to us. It certainly got to me, and in a big way. We watched it nonstop for a couple of days, and I was already imagining all sorts of scenarios for our trip back home. More heavy rains were forecast, and I could already picture the bus stuck in the mud somewhere.

Meanwhile, back home, one of our dogs had an accident that left him seriously injured, and he died before we got there.

The result: steady, gentle rain at home; in Slanic, it barely drizzled; and the next day on TV, interest in the people in the affected areas faded as an uninteresting political campaign took over. We made it home safely, without any problems. All is well.

A few days later, after I’d settled back in at home and all the conflicts had been resolved, here’s the result:

- a runny nose, especially at night. This stems from the intense conflict I experienced while staring at the TV. If I hadn’t been watching TV, I wouldn’t even have known there was a problem. It rained heavily but quietly at home, and very little in Slanic. The whole scenario was all in my head. How does this conflict manifest? During a period of stress, the nasal mucosa swells so that those extra cells can help with more efficient breathing. When the conflict ends, they’re eliminated, resulting in a runny nose. Simple. If the mucus clogs the nose and prevents breathing, a suffocation conflict and a productive cough arise. So, by keeping the nose clear, we prevent the cough.

- Dry cough, also at night. Healing took place at night, which is why I cough at night. Note: a dry cough, not a productive one. In my case, based on how it feels, it’s in both the throat (larynx) and the bronchi (lungs). So, two conflicts simultaneously. In the larynx, from the fright I got watching TV. I panicked when I saw the images of the floods. And the second conflict—the loss of territory (the dog that died before we got home)—triggered the cough in the bronchi.

- getting rid of excess water. The refugee crisis has been resolved. While I was on vacation, after seeing the images on TV, I was stressed because I wasn’t at home, I wasn’t near the basement full of supplies—I was in a hotel room with food for only two days. I didn’t know how it would all end, or how we’d get home. Yes, it was all in my head, amplified by those sensationalist TV stations, but the conflict was there—they managed to trigger it in me. Once I calmed down at home, everything settled; I convinced myself that I had food and everything I needed, and I started drawing from the supplies I’d stockpiled. Specifically—I go to the bathroom about five times a night.

Conclusion: everything is fine when you know what’s going on with you. My mistake: I let myself get swept up in the chaos created by the news programs, and for two days I didn’t enjoy my vacation. How long does it take to recover? About two days. I still have a runny nose and a very occasional cough.

Wishing everyone good health,

Geo 

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Bite conflict—swelling in the upper left canine area

 

About a week ago, my husband—a big fan of gardening, tools, and country life in general—asked our son (almost 11 years old) to hold some wood for him so he could cut it with the electric chainsaw. Our son—a huge fan of technology, programming, and spending hours indoors on his laptop in the cool, next to the fan (in other words, the complete opposite of his dad)—dragged himself over reluctantly, and at the first sound of the chainsaw, he ran back inside screaming that the chainsaw was too loud.

Frustration and annoyance on both sides: my husband is mad at me because we have such a wimpy son, and because of me he’s afraid of loud noises (during my pregnancy I used to mow the lawn with an electric mower—yeah, that’s how far my thinking went—and ever since he was little, the kid has been afraid of loud noises), I’m upset and indignant, and the child is nervous and agitated.

As we were sitting there talking and looking for solutions, about 15 minutes after the incident, the kid showed up—calm and open (he usually yells and gets worked up when he doesn’t like something)—and told us he’d come up with a solution. I was bursting with pride (may his mom bless him for what a big boy he is :)), and his dad listened carefully as he told us he was willing to help his dad cut wood with the chainsaw—but only if we got him a pair of earplugs.

They both start testing on an app how many decibels each tool in the house makes, discussing chainsaws, lawn mowers, and their own stuff...

Well, the next day we were heading into town anyway to pick up Mom from the bus station. We bought the earplugs, and by evening the boys got to work with the electric chainsaw. The kid learned right away how to handle the chainsaw; in about half an hour, they cleared out a few dozen rows for the tomato plants. The kid was super confident, and Dad was super proud. He called me over to film it.

Two days later, my husband woke up with swelling near his upper left canine tooth. Usually, his dental issues heal with swelling (edema—that is, a fluid-filled sac that protects the affected area during the healing process).

The left-handed husband—the left side corresponds to partners (I’ve written about laterality here and in other posts—if you open the blog in desktop view, you’ll find all the tags on the right). I ask him if anyone upset him at work, and he says no—that’s usually where his teeth-grinding conflicts come from (and occasionally from me :) . This time, he tells me he’s sure it’s because of the kid. Wow, after years of working with him, my husband is accepting NMG’s explanations. Great! 

What exactly happened? My husband got angry at the child and wanted (figuratively speaking) to tear him apart (the canine tooth was affected—usually it’s the molars, but this time it was the canine), two days later, when he saw that the child was eager to work together, the conflict was resolved; the tooth entered the healing phase with moderate to mild pain because it wasn’t a very intense or prolonged conflict (I’d say the bone was affected, given that the area was surrounded by swelling), and within two days, there were no more issues.

It’s interesting to note that the affected area was on the left (the partner’s side for a left-hander), not the right (mother-child), which means that my husband is slowly beginning to see our little one as a partner, not just as a small child.

Wishing everyone good health, and please take care of yourselves,

Geo

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Kidney Stones - Lithotripsy - The Refugee Conflict...and, folks, please stop taking antibiotics for no good reason!

 

Here comes a loooong article—so arm yourselves with patience. Keep in mind right from the start that the person I’m talking about took antibiotics about 9 months ago for a toothache… it’s a detail that will matter later…

A few days ago, my aunt underwent a medical procedure called “extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy,” a procedure that uses shock waves to break kidney stones into very small fragments. You lie on a table where you have to stay completely still for about 30 minutes; a device is attached to your kidney, and this device sends out waves that break up the stones—waves that cause pain, even though you’re told otherwise before the procedure. A lot of pain, stress, money spent, medication before and after, very limited mobility, a very poor appetite... As I sat and analyzed the situation, I sought to find out WHY he went through that ordeal—why do kidney stones form? Isn’t there a conflict there as well? And I’ll tell you what I found in New German Medicine, but until then, here’s a bit about the medical procedure so you can see how far medicine has driven this situation.

Before the procedure (immediately after she was diagnosed with a kidney stone, which had been the source of her pain for several months), my aunt took an expensive medication for two months—on the recommendation of the “professor” who was to perform the procedure—that is intended for weight loss and body sculpting. She was told that, in her case, it was meant to “soften” the stone and make it easier to break up. It didn’t actually “soften” anything; the stone was extremely hard in the end. The package insert didn’t mention kidney stones anywhere—only the elimination of excess water, regulation of blood sugar and fat levels to lose excess weight—but who were we to question it…

The list of pre-procedure medications also included another 4–5 items; I won’t list them here… they were purchased and taken with care…

The procedure lasted over half an hour; it was very painful, and the aftereffects were just as painful—nausea, very painful stabbing sensations in the kidneys, and another round of expensive and unpleasant medications for a long time afterward, along with the recommendation to collect the stones and have them analyzed “to discover the cause of their formation” (HA!!), constant stress that the situation could recur—that the patient could develop new kidney stones at any time—drastic dietary restrictions (no oxalates, salt, and other foods), drastic restrictions on the types of water consumed, the need for constant monitoring of urinary pH and its correction with additional medications...

Is there really no explanation, and can we really do nothing to prevent these painful situations—which, for someone over 70, lead to a drastic deterioration in their quality of life—limitation after limitation, the kitchen table piled high with pills and powders? My aunt was told that it all comes down to some people’s genetic predisposition. So… this big bogeyman called “genetic predisposition” ends up ruling our lives. Is there really nothing we can do? Are we completely at the mercy of fate? Are we just supposed to constantly check our urine pH, and only drink and eat from that limited list of foods, with everything else being completely dangerous for us?

I searched for and read everything I could find in the German medical literature and pieced it all together. Of course, Dr. Hamer has an explanation, and it seems to fit my aunt’s case pretty well. This brings us to the conflicts associated with the renal collecting duct. When a being (whether animal or human) finds itself in a situation where the amount of water and food available to it is limited (or it perceives this to be the case—the conflict may be real or imagined), these tissues increase in volume and thus intensify their functions so that the body can make do with what it has. When the conflict is resolved, the excess tissue is eliminated with the help of bacteria, and the kidney returns to normal. If the bacteria necessary for this decomposition process are no longer present in the body, the excess tissue becomes encapsulated. This way of reacting to an imbalance is not specific to the kidney but applies to all tissues that developed from the same embryonic layer—in this case, the endoderm. The lungs, for example, fall into the same category. I won’t go into too many anatomical details; please look into this on your own.

And what happens when a person no longer has these bacteria in their body? Let me remind you of the sentences with which I began this article—“Keep in mind from the start that the person I’m talking about took antibiotics about 9 months ago for a toothache”... Furthermore, due to stomach problems that have built up over the years, they eat very little and have a limited diet, avoiding sour or fermented foods… that is, those containing good bacteria.

Returning to the collecting tubes, the conflicts that affect them, according to Dr. Hamer’s findings, are known as the “refugee conflict” and include:

- a situation where I’ve run out of money, a job, or food

- I’m all alone in the world (e.g., when I go to a foreign country where I feel abandoned)

- I’m in a situation where I have no help

- I feel abandoned or deserted by everyone

- I’m poorly cared for

- I’m not loved

- I’ve lost everything

After the conflict is resolved, the excess tissue is broken down and eliminated, which explains the normal presence of pus, blood, red blood cells, and proteins in the urine; the urine may be cloudy and have a foul odor.

If the body cannot break down the excess tissue because it no longer has the necessary bacteria, it encapsulates it—that is, it calcifies it and leaves it there as a “reminder.”

And getting back to my aunt—she lives alone, spends a lot of time at home, often feels abandoned, helpless, and lonely, and last year she took antibiotics because she was terrified of a toothache. Do you understand now what’s going on with her kidney stone? 

So what should you do? Well, don’t leave your elderly relatives alone if you can help it; go visit them often, ask for their advice and help, make them feel useful, involve them as much as you can in your life… and don’t let them take antibiotics unnecessarily. And yes, the stones will come back if the underlying issue recurs…

And I forgot to add something… the stone was in the left kidney. Taking into account the laterality I’ve been talking about in other articles, the left side for a right-handed mother (like my aunt) is the side of the mother or the children. So my aunt’s conflict was related to all those people in that category…

Hugs and best wishes for good health,

Geo

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Dry cough—a conflict over territorial loss—I lost and then regained my mother

 

About 20 years ago, my mother lost her job, went on unemployment, and when her benefits ran out, at the age of 50+, she found herself without any income in a city where job opportunities for people her age were very limited. Her solution was to work as a foster parent. She took in a 4-year-old girl with a disability and an intellectual disability. Twenty years later, after years of not having her by my side and seeing her only twice a year, the time came for her to retire. The system did nothing to help her give up the work she had chosen. I won’t go into details. Humanly speaking, you can’t just walk away that easily, but physically and given her age, it had become increasingly difficult to care for a young girl with an intellectual disability—who was physically stronger than her own mother, had mood swings, and was “little but feisty.” In all these years, she never took a vacation because leaving the child with someone meant also taking in that person’s child or children during their vacation, and for my mother, having just one person with a disability in the house was enough. I’ll stop here with the details.

Last December, after countless discussions with Child Protective Services and their failure to offer any solutions, she had found a private foster home where she could place her daughter, she told me happily. I got excited, but in the end she decided to give up on it because she wasn’t satisfied with the conditions there. I was already picturing myself spending much more time with her—her coming to our house, playing with her grandson, all of us going for walks together, making up for everything we’d missed out on for 20 years. I was shocked when she decided not to give her up after all… and that shock is what prompted this post.

In April of this year, things took an unexpected turn—within two weeks, a spot was found in the city-run nursing home, with excellent conditions; my mother was happy, and she managed to regain her freedom… and I became a mother again. After mid-April, she came to visit us for two weeks, during which time we did everything we’d been dreaming of for years—we went to the theater, ate out, went for walks, visited relatives, spent time in the garden, and caught up—and I finally saw my mom calm, free, relaxed, without the ever-present “burden” that was always weighing her down and constantly demanding attention. Yeah, I know it sounds harsh and mean coming from me, but all this time I didn’t have a mom, and my child didn’t have a grandma—we’d talk on the phone, see each other for about 15 days total a year, and that was about it. I don’t know what it’s like to have help as a new mom and all that.

To make a long story short, a week after my mom came to visit us, I developed an annoying dry cough that got me thinking. A dry cough means either a strong shock during the healing phase—you feel it in your larynx, and cough drops help in this case (though not in mine)—or a conflict involving territorial loss, also during the healing phase—you feel it in your lungs and bronchi, and cough drops or syrups don’t help. And one night, as I lay there awake, trying to sleep amid bouts of coughing, a light bulb went off in my head—my mother; I had lost my mother and had only recently regained her. She was my lost “territory.”

After becoming aware of the conflict, the cough lingered for about two more weeks, but it grew weaker and weaker. Honestly, I was hoping it wouldn’t last too long, even though the conflict had been a long-standing one. Fortunately, becoming aware of it helped.

Wishing everyone good health,

Geo 

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What Is an Epileptoid Seizure/Epicrisis?—With Examples

 

Put simply and clearly, the epileptoid crisis is the climax of the healing process. It is short-lived—sometimes lasting a few hours, sometimes no more than a minute—but it must be taken seriously and understood, because it can be fatal when the conflict has lasted more than 9 months.

Let’s break it down step by step.

1. Step 1—the active conflict phase—when imbalances occur in the body, we wear ourselves out, we get stressed, things don’t go our way, and we go through various psychological shocks. Generally, this phase isn’t accompanied by pain. There are only a few minor exceptions, such as an ear infection or tonsillitis. We suffer one shock after another without even realizing it. If these shocks were accompanied by pain, at least we’d become aware of them and learn to stop them. Unfortunately, we only realize it when it’s too late.

Step 2—resolving the conflict—is achieved by becoming aware of the problem, with the passage of time, through various events that put things in our lives in order, or with the help of homeopathic or flower remedies. From that moment on, the healing phase begins.

Step 3—the first half of the healing phase—is usually accompanied by pain. This is actually when the body’s balance is restored: tissue regrows, repairs itself, is replaced with stronger cells, or breaks down where there was cell growth that is no longer needed. This is when we consider ourselves to be “sick.” In fact, we are in the healing phase because we have just overcome the problem.

Step 4—the epiletoid/epileptic/epicrisis occurs in the middle or at the peak of the healing process, when the body is running at full speed to repair and rebalance the tissues. It manifests through various symptoms, usually severe, that are related to the type of tissue affected. These can include headaches, nausea, severe pain in the affected area, asthma attacks, and can even lead to strokes or heart attacks. If you’re reading this blog on a laptop, on the right-hand side you’ll find several useful resources, including a PDF book by Dr. Hamer. The epicrisis is also described there, starting on page 17 and then for each tissue type individually. The epicrisis can be fatal when the conflict has lasted more than 9 months because the body is so out of balance that healing is far too taxing. Sometimes it’s better not to resolve the conflict at all.

Step 5 — If the conflict does not recur, the second half of the healing phase begins, a much gentler process with less intense pain.

And now my example: following an energy release session based on the emotion code, I worked through the childhood abandonment trauma I experienced when my parents left me with my grandparents in the countryside for several years. A few hours after the session, I began to experience fairly severe pain (6–7 out of 10) in my jaw, on the left side—my mother’s side, according to my lateralization. For four nights, I couldn’t sleep because of the pain unless I took Algocalmin. I felt the pain deep in the bone; it wasn’t a specific tooth but rather an area, which means that when I was left with my grandparents, my feeling toward my mother was one of being unable to bite her out of anger for what she had decided to do. Now I know the situation; I understand why she chose what she did—it wasn’t up to her—but at one year old, I didn’t know that. A clear conflict of devaluation related to my inability to bite. And the pain was worse in the evening and at night when my body stopped its daily activities and had the time and resources to focus on healing.

Once that was resolved, the bone began to heal and started to hurt.

After the fourth night, around 6 a.m., when the Algocalmin had worn off, I was struck by such excruciating pain that I literally didn’t know how to keep from screaming in agony and waking the boys. A terrible pain in the area of my upper teeth, on the left side. The whole thing lasted at most one minute, no more. I had given up all hope of getting any sleep; I was just thinking with dread about how I was going to get through the day ahead.

After a minute, the pain had subsided almost completely; I could hardly feel any pain at all, just a slight discomfort. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t done anything during that whole time—I hadn’t taken any pills, I’d just been writhing in bed in pain. There’s still a slight discomfort that I’m feeling even now, a day later. That means I have about two more days of this slight discomfort to “endure,” and then I’ll be fully healed. I say “endure” in a figurative sense because I hardly feel anything anymore. After those terrible pains, everything has calmed down.

I hope you understand how this crisis works. If you had a brief conflict, you won’t even feel it. If the conflict lasted longer, it will be more unpleasant, and you’ll experience symptoms related to the type of conflict. You won’t feel an asthma attack if the conflict didn’t affect your lungs, and so on. What you’ll feel during the crisis is strictly related to the affected tissue.

And one more detail… after the crisis, you may urinate more frequently. During the first phase of healing, the body tends to retain water to protect the affected tissue while it repairs itself. After the crisis, those water deposits are eliminated.

The second example—an acquaintance of mine who complains of kidney pain and traces of blood in her urine, as shown by lab tests.

Conflict experienced—the feeling of being alone, abandoned; conflict related to the feeling of “being left behind”; conflict related to the feeling of “not being cared for” or “being poorly cared for”; conflict related to “the feeling of being in the desert” (without water); conflict related to the feeling of “having lost everything,” conflict related to the feeling of “not being loved.”

Affected tissue—the renal collecting duct

The medical summary mentions kidney pain and possibly blood, pus, and protein in the urine.

Read Dr. Hamer’s book, and I wish everyone good health and all the best,

Geo

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A Child's Whims—Another Toothache Explained Quickly

 

Yesterday, our kid was lounging around, relaxed in front of his laptop, watching Minecraft videos on YouTube for the third hour in a row. I dared to speak up and remind him that he’d forgotten to do his math homework.

Total outrage—eyes rolled, pouting, laptop slammed shut in frustration, mouse flung aside.

The result—screams, yelling, a huge scene, nerves on edge, his dad hoarse from anger, and I was seething inside because his dad was already angry enough that I didn’t dare intervene.

Today—pain in my upper left tooth. Annoying, a 4 out of 10 in intensity. And I ask myself in a low voice… well, I didn’t argue with Mom anymore. I wonder why it hurts again? And my eyes fall on the kid. Today, he’s as gentle as a little lamb. He let the geese out, fed them, brought them water, and even made his own bed. A little lamb, nothing else. And I remember yesterday’s argument. Bam, bam…

For a right-handed person, the left side isn’t just the mother’s side—it’s the mother-child side. Here  again about laterality.

So my toothache this time is “thanks” to my little one. The argument lasted about an hour. The toothache lasted about three hours, but it’s getting better. It’ll be completely gone by tonight. Mom, I could have bitten him yesterday :)

Wishing everyone good health,

Geo

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