icon: "nascent (a painting by Michael Whelan of a person with long flowing hair and large breasts sitting naked and cross-legged inside a green egg, which is being held against the sky by giant translucent blue hands with pointy nails)"So today, at age 33, I realized I have never even tried trusting my intuition. After I realize something is a
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I was going to say I never get intuitive feelings about people, but then I realized I do, when I do sex work. There's men I just plain stop communicating with because they make me feel unsafe--and that's only through e-mail communication. If e-mails make me feel unsafe, there's no way I'm going to subject myself to their physical presence.
My intuition also saved my mother's life about ten years ago.
I was out for dinner with friends after the last day of the school year. We were at a pizza place literally across from my apartment--I could see our balcony from the table we were eating at.
Out of nowhere, I had this intense feeling that I had to get home. I excused myself and bolted across the street and upstairs to our apartment. I found Mom screaming on the bathroom floor and called 911.
She'd had a brain aneurysm start to rupture.
She was taken to the local hospital, then air-lifted to Vancouver for surgery. She spent the entire Summer at Vancouver General Hospital due to complications, and I stayed at a family friend's place here in Nanaimo during that time.
Miraculously, she's recovered almost completely--certainly beyond what one would expect from what happened to her. Mom has some physical weakness [mostly unable to carry much weight] and has some memory problems, but I'd still call that a 9/10 recovery.
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It was my first time ever having to do that for Mom, though.
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