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Julie figured out that Peter was arriving on the same plane she was departing on. She was anxious to meet him physically because she was feeling quite close to him by now. They met for about three minutes and gave each other a high-five and hugged. Julie said to Peter,
"You are quite handsome, Laura scored big- time."
Then she gave him the thumbs-up and boarded her plane.
While Peter made his way to the hospital from the airport, I had finally finished my spitting spree and thank God for one less thing to gross him out with. I had not taken a shower or been bathed after surgery yet, since I was still resting and recovering. My thoughts were, I look so awful for him. I did what I could by plucking stray chin hairs I could feel with my hands. This was a new relationship and you always want to look your best, particularly in the beginning, like a shiny new gift. I did not know what I looked like because I had not looked in the mirror since before the accident. I wanted my focus to be on healing and I quite liked my old face. My intuition had no doubts about Peter loving and helping me through this, so I never spent time worrying about his devotion and commitment.
Peter entered the room, came over to my bedside, and was so happy he was finally with me. He looked at my bloody face and head and checked me out a little. He saw blood in my ear and thought I was bleeding from my ear at first. As it turns out the face bleeds a lot and especially with broken bones, so it was hard for the hospital staff to keep me cleaned up enough. I was also hooked up to a catheter and IVs. He leaned down to hug me and I said,
"I am sorry I look so bad for you."
He looked into my eyes with tears in his and said,
"You are like a diamond to me."
I will never forget his words or the expression on his face. It felt as if he was looking right through me and into the core of my very being. What an entrance!
After the excitement and tension calmed down a bit I began to relay what my guides revealed to me after surgery and what we must do after we got out of the hospital. He said okay, as if he did not want to think about that right now, nor question me in my condition.
Soon the nurse came in to help me bathe. She asked if I could stand up and take a shower, as I had been able to do before the surgery. I attempted to get up, but felt weak and dizzy and said I needed a bath in bed. She and Peter gave me a scrub and washed my hair while Peter nibbled on my toes when the nurse wasn't looking and gave me that mischievous big grin of his. I was in the worst condition I have ever experienced and had been blessed with a beautiful, handsome man to take care of me. This was a very unusual experience as I mentioned earlier; I am unfamiliar with being cared for in this capacity and more accustomed to doing everything for others and myself.
The nurse was about to exit, but not before she took the catheter out, thank Goddess! Now we could have some alone time. Peter began to touch my body and complimented me on how intact the rest of me appeared. I had a few large gashes on my right forearm that seemed to be healing quickly with the essential oil applications of lavender and a blend called purification. I had a few big bruises as well, but that was it. He gently began to arouse me as it reminded us of all the lovemaking we did before I left on this trip. It felt good to feel him so close again. He talked to my mom and let her know that the rest of me worked just fine. She got a kick out of that and was comforted to know that I was very much alive.
Peter asked me how long my healing would take and I told him the ear, nose, and throat doctor who sewed my nose back together said in six months I would be ready for a little more surgery.
"Good, then you will be ready to go to Damanhur this summer."
I liked his forward thinking and felt comfort and support as well as a positive focus for the near future.
At some point one of the nurses brushed my teeth for me. I had not been able to do that and hadn't brushed them since the morning before the accident. I couldn't eat either because my mouth was pretty messed up. My upper palate had been put back together during the reconstructive surgery the night before, and the roof of my mouth could not handle any pressure from chewing anything, plus my bite was misaligned. I didn't seem to be hungry anyway. Finally I put myself in front of the mirror so I could start gently brushing my teeth again. I thought the surgeon was very skilled and I was happy with what I saw, even though I did not look like myself and appeared pretty beat up. Given the circumstances I thought the surgery was very successful. My right nostril was drooping lower than my left since that was the side that was half off and there was a lot of scar tissue weighing it down. My right eye was very red and more swollen than my left eye because of the broken orbital bone. I was still bleeding a little from my nose even though it was packed, and I had a smaller gap between my front teeth. Smaller than when I arrived at the hospital. The nurses kept a gauze pad under my nose to catch the drainage. Other than that I did not have any bandaging and still no pain. Brushing my teeth made me feel like I was progressing and more attractive to Peter and myself. He could not kiss me on the mouth, nor get very close to my face. He would lean down to look me closely in the eyes and I would turn away protecting myself because I could not feel my face. It felt as though he would crash into me. I am sure this was just a reflex from the accident. We talked about it openly so he could understand what it felt like for me.
Peter brought all the stuff Julie and I requested and more. He brought my liquid health drink mix, so I could get some nutrition back in my system, some other essential oils, especially helichrysum, to heal with, and a portable DVD player. He read Julie's instruction list she prepared for him and really appreciated it as well as got a good laugh. He was also a skillful healer and applied the oils to my face and body five times a day. He layered lavender, frankincense, and helichrysum on my face and gave me a Raindrop Aromatherapy Vitaflex treatment along the spine points on my feet; a treatment he had just learned before he left Seattle to meet me in Cozumel. The combination of his energetic, healing hands and the oils were wonderful. The oils he used were valor (blend), oregano, thyme, basil, wintergreen, cypress, marjoram, peppermint, aroma seize (blend). I smelled like a pizza. Raindrop Therapy can help stimulate energy impulses into the central nervous system and throughout the whole body. It is known for helping repair bone, nerves, ligaments, and muscle as well as clean receptor sights at nerve endings for proper hormone and cell function. It can help bring the body into balance and re-alignment as well as help reduce spinal inflammation and may draw out viruses that can remain hidden in the spinal column and sacrum. It's great with a full body massage when you have access to the spine as well as the feet. Julie and I are famous for giving this treatment. I have several clients with degenerative spinal issues and they say the Raindrop treatments have helped straighten their spine and reduce and eliminate pain.
Peter was able to lie down with me in my bed and watch some DVDs. He brought a good documentary on Crop Circles and I had purchased one from Mary Hardy that I wanted to watch as well. Both DVDs were incredibly synchronistic. Mary had crop circles in hers along with ancient sacred sites and vortexes around the earth. This helped explain to Peter what our next adventure would be after the hospital stay. Peter began to remember that he had unfinished business in Cozumel. He had been to Cozumel two and a half years earlier with an ex and her parents. The parents kept getting sauced, so Peter ended up babysitting them instead of exploring. He wanted to go to a Mayan fertility temple on the island to make an offering and could not get away to do it. When he mentioned this I knew that he was part of the plan to do the vortex activations with me. The timing was impeccable and very synchronistic, and when you are in this cosmic flow you are in the flow with one event directly related to the next event. At this point I believed we came together to do service work as a team. He also said that when he would look at my pictures on my Match.com profile, he kept hearing his spirit guides say,
"Her nose is going to be different."
At the time he did not understand what that meant because he didn't think I was interested in having voluntary plastic surgery. I kept hearing my guides say,
"He is going to help you."
I thought they meant he was going to help pay living expenses. When he walked into the hospital room and looked at my face, he understood what his guides meant about my nose. I used to have a long Native American nose with a bridge and now I have a shorter Meg Ryan nose or Mexican nose.
One of the points that Mary Hardy made in her DVD was all the hoopla about Y2K at the millennium. She said that the Great Cheops Pyramid in Giza is a huge antenna and the shadow government tried placing a gold capstone on the top of the great pyramid. This would have shut down man's electrical and electronic grid system around the globe and that was the plan; hence the world computer shut-down scare. The Egyptian government would not allow them to do it, so the antenna system was set up instead. I felt empowered to have the antidote of the vortex activation.
Later in the evening Peter and I locked the door and began to get a little more familiar with each other. We learned new ways of touching and caressing since I could not move around much, so we made love very slowly, gently, and sweetly. I was in heaven.
The next morning Peter took my health drink mix to the cafeteria and made me a delicious drink blend with the local fruit. The staff brought his breakfast to him in our room just like they did for Julie. Peter could not believe the service at the hospital. When night fell we would get a little cozier with each other and be making love and have to stop because the nurses needed to check on me. By the way the door did not lock as we had thought. One night we were making too much noise and the night nurse attempted to come into the room. We stopped and began to laugh and the nurse knew not to enter. Peter would get up in the morning, go to the cafeteria to make my breakfast drink, and notice the staff grinning at him as if they wanted him to know that we entertained them. Sex is good healing juju and they knew it. We had a very pleasant experience for the rest of our hospital stay.
Peter fielded all the phone calls from friends and family and got integrated into my inner circle quite fast. In what seemed like an instant he was welcomed to be part of my family and friends. His actions showed them what he was made of and they approved wholeheartedly as did I.
Julie called to check on me and said she had to have a full hysterectomy right away. I made sure she kept me posted on her progress. She laughed at us for making love in the hospital and loved hearing about it. she said,
"Look at you, you're face is all smashed in and you have had more sex than you've had in years."
It was so hard to keep my mouth from smiling and my face from moving with laughter.
Her surgery was scheduled for two and a half hours the next day. When she called back after the surgery, she said the doctor was surprised that she only needed to work on her for one hour. The other one and a half hours were scheduled for dealing with scar tissue because of past surgeries in the same area, but there wasn't any. Julie attributes this to the enzymes called VitalzymeX she took for three months before the surgery that digest scar tissue. Her doctor agreed to let her use the essential oil protocol for the post surgery pain. It worked like a charm and Julie did not have to use painkiller drugs to recover. She and I agreed that the beginning of 2007 was so intense for us and we looked forward to what was next because it must be gentler and tamer than this.
Five days had passed since my nose surgery and it was time to take the packing out of my nostrils. I was a bit nervous because I thought I might feel pain and had Peter hold my hand while it was being removed. The doctor slowly pulled the packing material out and to my surprise I didn't feel much of anything at all. I could breathe freely out of my nose again, hallelujah! Two more days passed and I was taken off the IVs and given pills to swallow. I was told I could check out the next day, but could not fly home for another week because the cabin pressure would be too hard on my repairing sinuses. I thought this was the opportunity to start the activation work at the ruins.
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