This morning in morning group I happened to sit next to the counselor and he asked me to read the thought of the day from a book whose name I don't remember. Gary, maybe you can email that title to me? Then I read to the group a poem my mom found and sent in a Happy New Years card, that was nice.
Then we had our 8:00 class, led by the same counselor who did the morning community meeting. He's a very deep guy and a lot of the time I don't get what he's saying or where he's going or coming from. But I am getting more of what he says and understanding some of it. What I've also learned in the last nine days is that this counselor really cares for us. And that kind of overflowing love will cover over all kinds of space/time confusion I have.
At about 9:30 I was paged for my Rehabilitation Interview, my last sleepy of this visit. The last three times the person administering the anesthetic was a nurse, this morning it was an anesthetist so I guess I got a different serum. It had a different feel to it. I remember actually being asked questions this time, where before I only remember a few affirmations before being waking much later in my bed. I remember thinking that I was aware the experience was different and that I was "awake" longer, but I don't have any more specific memory than that.
Before I went out I reported my aversion level as being a 9 or a 10. If I'm not all the way at a 10 yet I'm sure tomorrow's final Duffy will take care of that for me.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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