Last Sunday we celebrated the little one's birthday - with guests, with a fuss with the grandparents from Bacau, with the godparents & CO. We are not big fans of the tambalau, but for the little one we make an effort once a year - to feel like it was his birthday - an outdoor barbecue in our yard, a homemade diplomatic cake. The grandparents from Bacau were our guests for almost 3 days.
During the visit and after: the husband - 2 days of headaches, me - left tonsil pain and difficulty swallowing. After 3 days, I'm still fighting with them. But let's take them one by one...
Dad - the kind of man who knows everything, the way he has done in life and is doing it is the ideal way, he doesn't listen to what he is told but always tries to impose his monologue, he always has advice that fits like a glove and everything has to be done according to his model. Raised by a violent father, with a violent grandfather in the family, he took on the same parenting style with the right of life and death over the children.
While he was with us, he played his tape in front of my husband with his opinions and his way of doing things, a way that must be applied to us, the husband - the only one available to listen to him and who could not avoid him permanently. I hid with my mother in the kitchen and he remained the "victim". The result - 2 days in which he complained of continuous headaches. The explanation - he felt attacked because my father always told him about his personal achievements, about his "villa" in the country, he drove him crazy with the fact that we too had to follow the same pattern, to "build" a villa like his, to make a garden like his, an orchard like his, etc. etc.
And now me with my left amygdala. Saturday night I went into the bedroom to take some dry laundry, at which point I heard my father outside explaining to my husband that the yard had to be "secured", that a strong fence, barbed wire, etc. had to be "bumped" in. He was also making up a horror scenario in which someone, a thief of course with criminal intentions, would enter our yard, kill me, leave the little one in the house, take me I don't know where, I didn't understand how because I was already dead, I swear - I got so angry that, despite the continuous state of "respect" generated by the fear he had instilled in me with the belt over time, I shouted at him through the window and asked him if he wanted to leave us beaten. As for me... he stopped the horror scenario instantly. My husband got another round of headaches after this story.
And now the explanation - the tonsils refer to a "bite" that has been put in the mouth, but not yet swallowed; the left amygdala is associated with the desire to spit out an unwanted bite - it can be real or imagined; the inability to digest that bite, "I can't swallow this thing". The right amygdala - is the desire to receive a bite that is no longer coming. In the active conflict phase, the tonsils increase in volume to produce more saliva for the purpose of swallowing or spitting out the "bite". In the repair phase, the excess cells are broken down with the help of bacteria - the phase I am in now - I have some pus in my throat and I still swallow with some difficulty, but it is getting better.
Antibiotics in the breakdown phase only suppress the healing process, the tonsils sometimes remain enlarged.
So, good health to everyone and thank you, Dr. Hamer, wherever you are!
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