What Happened to The Raw Bombshell?
I was happily doing my 40 day yoga kriya on self-renewal and yes I was being rubbish at updating this blog about it. It just didn't feel right so sorry for that. But I did get some good insights into yoga and the raw food journey especially related to the beginning of the journey. Look out and I will share that in an upcoming programme.
So what was I saying, yep I was happily renewing myself when tradegy befell me and I literally renewed myself. I like to be a bit melodramtic so bare with me...
I was excitedly playing piggyback as you do as an overgrown child - its all that playful energy you get from raw food - but note to self I'm 37 not 7! Anyway, it all went wrong, very wrong. We both fell but unfortuantly my face broke the fall as I said hello to a not too friendly pavement. Oh my! It hurt and it hurt big time. There was blood spurting out everywhere and as I held my hand up to my face I could feel the area just above my lip had exploded. It was just this huge mess. I wailed, I cried, I was devasted and distraught. I'm not very good in situations like this.
I did calm down and went to accident and emergency. The nurses all looked at my face with a pained look. Now that is never a good sign in my book if the nurses look squemish. The doctor came poked it a bit, asked if I'd eaten (err yes I'd had my breakfast of grapes, so appropriate don't you think?!). He shook his head in dismay. I needed surgery and its no good if I've eaten. Doh! So I was sent home with a letter and told to go to the plastic surgery (doesn't that strike fear into you - it did me) unit the next day. I was terrified.
Monday came, and I shakily booked into the hospital. I was examined by the surgeon who proclaimed the surgery could be done under local anaesthetic. I wasn't too happy about that as it meant a load of needles in my face. But who was I too argue?!
As I sat in my hospital bed waiting, the fear that overcame me was huge. I have never had surgery and I have never had stitches. I was so scared. It was hard to keep back the tears. The thought of my face never being the same again was also too much for me to bear.
The nurses were wonderful and reassured me to the extent that I walked down to the operating theatre quite cheerily talking about raw food with the nurse. But then as she opened the doors to the waiting area, my nerves got the better of me again as I saw all the doctors and nurses waiting. It was strange. I was placed on a bed, spoken to about what was going to happen and then wheeled into the theatre. As I was in the anteroom the thought that I was abducted into an alien spaceship popped into my head. Don't ask why. I think it was just all the equipement and sterility.
Then into the actual theatre. This was just too much. I tried so hard to be brave but it didn't work. A nurse gently took my hand and stroked it to comfort me as the surgeron started to inject the anaesthetic into me. It hurt so much. I fought to fight back the tears and tried to be still. She scrubbed all the dirt out of my chin and then she moved onto injecting my lip and nose. I couldn't bear it. I shook with a violent energy and my breathing became very rapid. As she injected and cleaned it became obvious to her that the injury was more serious than she first thought. The consultant surgeon was summoned. As my surgeon explained to the consultant what she was going to do, I could hear him saying no that was no good as it would leave too much of a mess, no they would have to cut the area around my nose and take a piece of skin there and graft it to the area above my lip.
That was it, I broke down. I cried and cried, I shook so explosively, I was pretty uncontrollable. The nurses and the surgeons all calmed be and were so wonderful. I was told I was to be put under general anaesthetic and as that was mentioned there was just a huge flurry of activity in the operating theatre as everyone prepared for surgery. I tried to listen to the music they had so kindly put on for me which helped to calm me slightly.
The anaesthetist came and explained to me what was going to happen and how I would feel cold moving up my arm. It reached my elbow and I don't remember anything until I was sat somewhere bewildered asking where I was - in the recovery room.
I was moved to the ward and I took a picture - I can only share this now 16 days later as my face is recovering because believe me at the time I never thought I would be the same again.
As you can see I was not a pleasant site and a raw bombshell I was not! I lost my smile and I didn't like that. I was told by the nurses to avoid hot food - I tried to laugh as I could see the irony!
I spent the next 10 days really quite out of it, sleeping lots and drinking loads of smoothies and juices. I think this has worked a treat as my face is healing really fast and its now 16 days since the accident and I'll share my latest photo:
I almost have my smile back - that is as far as it goes at the moment as I still have stitches inside my mouth. I'm looking better and I'm happier. The whole accident has really thrown me and I'm behind on launching a programme but I'm back on track. My clients that I am working with at the moment have been lovely - so thank you for your understanding when I rearranged sessions.
I've updated you all now on what has happened. I do think looking at the above photos is a huge testament to raw food healing. Perhaps it would have cleared as quick on cooked food but a large part of me doesn't believe that at all.
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