Bed and Breakfast

I’m running one. Here at the Arc in the rural village of Macha in the Southern Province of Zambia, in south central Africa. Bugs of all shapes and sizes stay the night and dine on, well, me. I woke up this morning with the self appointed nickname Hunch Face. I remember itching my face in the middle of the night, right between my eyebrows and to the top of my right eyebrow. I woke up around 10am and looked in the mirror because my face felt weird. An intense panic overwhelmed me as I took in the apricot size lump on my face. I assumed it was an insect who had either buried itself under my skin and was laying eggs as we speak, or it was a different insect who’s poison would enter my nervous system in the next few hours and leave me either paralyzed or dead. After looking at it repeatedly, not sure if it was real or not, I sat down to start doing some BodyTalk. The swelling was creeping down my face so quickly I dashed off to Kevin’s room to let him know what had happened before the poison rendered my face muscles useless. I made him hold my swollen face and send his heart energy into his hand and I made him picture with me the poison draining down out of my face and into my lymph system. Then I did BodyTalk Access and then it was the priority to repeat several reciprocals one at a time, which, if you do BodyTalk, were several of the Head to Body Reciprocals, and they hurt while I was tapping them out. Especially Vomer to Xiphoid and Zygoma to Pubic Crest. Still in a state of minor panic, thinking that blood was swelling out of my brain and I’d probably be dead within a few hours, I turned on the computer to write Karen and Laura and ask them for some BodyTalk. I felt a little better after the BodyTalk I did on myself, and the knowledge that Karen and Laura would most definitely come through for me, and so Kevin and I went and had coffee and a muffin at the one restaurant in our village. It was a warm morning and it was hard to think about anything other than how much my face hurt, and what my life would be like if the lump never went away, and I had to live the rest of my life like this. Mornings can also be uncomfortable, because you have to wait to use the bathroom till you go to visit someone with plumbing. Combine that with feeling hot and you’re fairly uncomfortable. From there we went to see Dr. Vanstam to ask her if I had been bitten by a deadly bug she might have recognized. She said there were many bugs in Macha that could have bitten me, but none deadly. Relief at last!! With those words of comfort, I put on some shorts and stepped outside to find the rain clouds had covered the sun. Hooray!! I returned to my room to enjoy the cool air, the knowledge I wasn’t dying and a fantastic Safari book lent by a neighbor. I still look like the Hunchback from Notre Dame, but I feel more faith that I won’t look this way forever.