Bitch on the Blog

May 4, 2017

All is well

This morning I woke with a sense of foreboREdom. Don’t believe a word of it.

Package it as you like. I woke with a sense of doom. I didn’t so much have a head rush (when you get up from your seat too quickly), I was positively faint with my heart racing me to death’s door. Nothing unusual in that: Healthy specimen that I am, my body has always played out my psyche to its soma. I am sure there is a reason we have a solar plexus. If only to keep us nauseous.

Anyway, as usual, my optimism was surpassed by reality three hours later. And to think I nearly cancelled the appointment because I didn’t trust my balance to make it.

Never mind. It’s not the end of the world. And I’ll live – just in case you were hoping I’d leave you alone any time soon. I won’t. I won’t see you for dust. Or, maybe, I’ll see you, myself and the rest of the world more clearly. Which would be good, a great relief and a great saver of wasted energy.

Made me think, on my way back, how hope makes you postpone the evil moment. Because, as long as you don’t hold eye contact with reality, there is always that chimera “Hope”. I know people who have wasted their whole lives waiting in hope which, essentially – and please do contradict me if you think otherwise – constitutes the con of all cons.

Onwards and upwards,



June 5, 2014

Mind and body

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 17:53
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There is a school of thought. One I subscribe to. At my peril. Sweethearts, you will get bashed for less. And please don’t let this stop you from telling me how you see it.

I don’t know when the phrase was coined, late Seventies: Psychosomatic.  I define psyche as soul. soma being body. They have a habit of expressing themselves via each other.

So, by way of one example – more to follow: If you get bladder cancer (men) you have not been able to cry. No shit. Water! If you suffer from recurrent back pain (spine) you are likely to be rigid in your approach to live (unless you are tall and haven’t learnt how best to lift a heavy load). If you have Psoriasis your body tells you that you need to grow a thick skin without making it obvious that you are trying to keep the world at arm’s length. What else? Going deaf, blind – and generally limping. Don’t dismiss the thought.

First time I went ‘psychosomatic’, and by golly did I have reason to (sweet eighteen), I doubled up. My friends and I had just come back from Corsica. I didn’t even make it home. Went to the nearest phone box. On the operating table (key hole surgery through my tummy button – didn’t leave a scar). My doctor/surgeon/gynaecologist a shrewd man. Next time I was in knots, he told me, my body will relocate. Probably to my stomach. He was right. Not that there is anything physiologically wrong with it. There never is.

The only thing my current doctor now worries about (better him than me) that I never ever ever ever have a headache. May you draw you own conclusions. And next time you throw up don’t blame the rice you shouldn’t have reheated. Blame your unresolved soul.


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