If it's Monday, it means that it's cardio rehab!
And over in St James' they take cardio rehab seriously enough that an hour of cardio exercise, is followed by half an hour of relaxation therapy.
We are learning to relax.
We are to sit in a circle
Wea re to sit comfortably with eyes closed whilst Kate our cardio nurse talks us through a scenario which we are to imagine.
Whilst breathing deeply.
I'm good at imagining stuff.
And I'm getting better at breathing.
Today's scenario is A Walk by the Loch
This might not be a good idea.... all my walks were with....
We are to imagine the ripples on the surface of the loch.
We are to imagine the birds flying overhead.
And I'm just trying really hard not to think that any ripples on the loch would be caused by the dog drinking from it.
And I'm trying really hard not to cry.
And failing.
I think it's fair to say that I'm crap at relaxation classes.
And over in St James' they take cardio rehab seriously enough that an hour of cardio exercise, is followed by half an hour of relaxation therapy.
We are learning to relax.
We are to sit in a circle
Wea re to sit comfortably with eyes closed whilst Kate our cardio nurse talks us through a scenario which we are to imagine.
Whilst breathing deeply.
I'm good at imagining stuff.
And I'm getting better at breathing.
Today's scenario is A Walk by the Loch
This might not be a good idea.... all my walks were with....
We are to imagine the blue sky.
We are to imagine the trees around the loch
We are to imagine the sandy path
I'm trying to imagine these without the Nedster.
I'm trying really really hard not to think how much I miss walking that bloody dog.
We are to imagine the birds flying overhead.
And I'm just trying really hard not to think that any ripples on the loch would be caused by the dog drinking from it.
And I'm trying really hard not to cry.
And failing.
I think it's fair to say that I'm crap at relaxation classes.
15 August 2011 at 21:17
Hugs.
15 August 2011 at 21:38
Rings a bell. I still miss my dog, Flame, from thirty years ago. But missing is just one of those things we have to learn to deal with. Ever onward, never weaken!
15 August 2011 at 21:40
My cat Carmen died of cancer almost eight years ago and it still breaks my heart. She was only five.
15 August 2011 at 21:46
The quality of Murphy is not strained
15 August 2011 at 22:03
I sympathise. I often can't sleep. People tell me to "think about nice things - dogs, for example. You love dogs". But of course, my thoughts turn to Russell and Honza, my beloved pooches who are both now long dead. And then I blub into the pillow.
15 August 2011 at 22:08
Not exactly the most relaxing scenario in your case. Perhaps you should suggest something less Nedsterish for you to contemplate?
15 August 2011 at 22:34
[hug]
15 August 2011 at 23:55
Aw! :¬)
xxx
16 August 2011 at 01:25
Dave - Don't panic. I'll have got the act together by the time we have a blog meet.
Tim - Thirty years? Heads off to pour stiff drink
lx - It's a bereavement. Ned would have been six next month. He got me through a lot in those six years.
Rog - If there is a heaven for dogs I like to think of it being twinned with postman's hell
Timorous - Yeah, the world is full of rubbish advice, like you need to remember the good times..... So sorry for yours too.
Nick - Indeedy. I shall suggest that we next visualise ourselves flying through the sky.
They think I'm nuts anyway.
Mr Musgrove - Sighs...then pulling herself together, lights up a purely imaginary, and therefore totally harmless fag
Maps - Yep.
16 August 2011 at 06:39
Relaxing is hard to do.
New here, but I'm very sorry for your loss. He looks like a great friend.
16 August 2011 at 07:32
Got nothing useful to say..just...y'know..chin up...hug.
ps.great stuff with the fags...keep going.
16 August 2011 at 07:50
That was of course a virtual hug. I formal handshake is the most one should expect when actually meeting someone new. Especially if one hasn't been properly introduced.
Perhaps Scarls would care to do that...
16 August 2011 at 07:54
Oh honey. Lots of hugs to you.
When you're next about on Google +, I can teach you to do that shit yourself so you can wind your head down and actually relax.
It's a good thing to do, it's a shame they're doing it with the one-size-fits all route.
16 August 2011 at 09:21
It gets less raw, and I don't want to forget my dog... the memories are more filled with warmth than sadness now. I hope this helps [hugs].
Sx
16 August 2011 at 11:10
I hope that there's some help in the release of tears. I'm so sorry, I miss my dogs desperately too, but at least they had had a long life.
They loved the postman, who always brought them a biscuit.
16 August 2011 at 13:00
Perhaps future imaginings should include particularly fantastic shopping trips (perfect swimsuits, pants that fit, shoes 70% off...), things that did not include the dear Ned.
There is no expiration date on grief.
Pearl
p.s. And congratulations on Penny's departure! :-)
16 August 2011 at 13:46
And why shouldn't you relax, remembering all of the good times with with your best friend.
You never want to forget him---he was there for you, but he had to go.
He would be disappointed if the ripples didn't remind you of him drinking.
Funny, but every time I see a Border on the beach, I think of you
16 August 2011 at 19:40
I'm crap at relaxing and doing that visualisation thing too. My mind wanders off to deep dark places where I really don't want to go!
16 August 2011 at 20:11
Pah, stupid classes making you do the opposite of relax. I miss my dog too. And my cats. Damn, if only I liked humans half as much as I do animals.
I like you though, lady!
16 August 2011 at 22:49
Think of somewhere Ned didn't like, if there is such a place. Our Mutt hated the sea, so it's an ok place to be.
If that doesn't work, then hugs will have to do *hugs*
16 August 2011 at 22:59
Powdergirl - He was the best dog. And he saw me through so much.
Libby - Thanks.. I should calculate the money I've saved so far just to cheer me up.
Dave - Oh indeedy. No hugs or other nonsense....
Roses -You could give classes via Google+!
We need to sort this Google + out and get a proper hang out arranged again.
Scarls - It does :) No really it does
x
Z- Sounds like you had a very sensible postman. We started off with a postman Ned loved. He was loyal. It was the subsequent postmen who replaced his pal that he hated.
Pearl - This is a brilliant plan. I shall consult with my new relaxation guru, Roses.
Clyde - I'm strangely touched thinking of Ned being remembered as far away as Aus. Thank you.
Curry Queen - I think the trick is being able to get back.
Or to bring tissues....
Ms Veg - Ha! For being super nice you now have my official permission to publish pictures of my bridge on your blog....
:)
17 August 2011 at 00:10
Wince. I am so sorry. maybe a quick word to your relaxation class organiser to concentrate on desert islands or different planets or something might help.
What a lovely and lovable looking dog.
17 August 2011 at 08:00
Jenny - Praise from a wolf? But yes, I've had a couple of dogs, and this one was the best.
17 August 2011 at 10:54
The first time I was talked through relaxation at a health farm I was overcome with emotion - not for any particular loss but just a deep general sadness. It did help me to get a grip on things and I hope you feel the same benefit. Tears are better out than in.
The photographs tell it all.
17 August 2011 at 15:07
xxooxoxo just because. what can i say, sugar? i shake hands and hug and give a kiss on the cheek! by the by, we have a picture of our sweet abilgail (a rottie) right next to the pics of the coconut krewe (aka our children) and she's been gone since '96. xoxox
17 August 2011 at 15:22
18 August 2011 at 11:42
"And your right arm feeels heavy ..."
18 August 2011 at 19:19
Pat - Thanks. I supppose part of relaxation is letting down your defences.
Savannah - Thanks for that. I'm going to have to reorganise my blog sidebar.
63mago - Nope... not working...!
19 August 2011 at 07:26
I've sent you a couple of e-mails this week, but not sure the address is right. Are they arriving?
19 August 2011 at 20:24
Dave - Sorry. Day job is catching up with me again...