I was scared.
Could I change this? It had been over 10 years since I’d first started looking for a cause, longer since I’d easily slept. Facebook posts attest to poor sleeping.
Migraines worsened every year. I went from a couple of headaches a year to a couple a week.
Sleep habits weren’t changing even with my dietary changes.
To make it worse, I had a Samsung smart watch that tracked my sleep quality.
Lovely. Now I knew how bad it was.
DRUMWELL, please.
Enter Dr. Lindsey with NAET.
It took weeks and quite a few treatments of various things, but my sleep quality started improving. Unless I ate something I was still allergic to, of course.
Now I know headache is a sign of allergy.
Or of a clearing that didn’t take.
I hate those.
NAET not only clears physical allergies but emotional origins as well so they can really wipe a girl out!!!
Most of emotional stuff that came up as needing clearings immediately brought stories up. Connections, sometimes to ancestors and sometimes my own experiences.
This week’s challenge is mine, I believe, and it’s a doozy! We’re slowly working through Grains, and every single one of them is taking multiple clearings! Corn took three, wheat took another two. Rice is fine—hooray! Now, though, I’m clearing oats. Oats and gluten. Corn and wheat also had to be cleared with gluten. The one thing NOBODY with Hashimoto’s is EVER supposed to reintroduce into their diet.
So, oats and gluten.
I know that story!
My mother always made hot cereal for us in the morning, and we ate together as a family. My sister had to leave at 7:10 a.m. so I had to get up to eat. Two things. I hated getting up early, and I detested hot cereal. My sister came home from an early morning religion class at our church and had 5-10 minutes to gulp down breakfast and race out the door!
After breakfast, I had a leisurely couple of hours before I had to leave to walk to the bus stop about a half mile away. Just had to throw that in! :)
Breakfast went slowly for me as well. Did I mention I hated hot cereal? We had several different ones, all different grains. And oatmeal? Um, yes, and it was the worst! It was slimy, and I was so revolted by it that my throat would reject it and try to push it back. It was even worse cold. Then it was all around disgusting! Eventually my mother gave me smaller and smaller portions until only a couple of spoonfuls made it into my bowl, which got cold even faster!
🐶 to the rescue!
Our dog would always sit in the doorway to the dining room hopefully, and it didn’t take long for me to understand she would eat ANYTHING. Including oatmeal. Cold. She would also be neat about it and take it off the spoon with no spills.
That was important because my mother would clear the table after everyone except me left and start washing dishes, but the sink was in sight of my place at the table. So I couldn’t risk being seen solid surreptitiously give him one spoonful at a time.
Our bodies connect the dots well although sometimes erroneously. It interpreted my revulsion to grain cereals as something to avoid at all costs and most likely developed allergies to it so it wouldn’t be harmed. Here my mother was trying to give me something nutritious, and it completely failed.
