Get off my back, pimply life! (From the dream reports of project participants)… Since about the age of 12, I had no memory of my true appearance at all.
What my face actually looks like – I didn’t even know. Many years passed, I became a teenager, then a young woman, a woman, I gave birth. But nothing changed.
Did I not go to doctors? I can’t even recall how many I went around: immunologists, allergists, gastroenterologists, hematologists, endocrinologists, venereologists, cosmetologists, dermatologists… How many tests I took, how many blood transfusions I had, how many courses of medications I endured.
After all, I wanted my skin to glow, to be soft, clean, velvety. For someone to want to touch it, to caress it, to kiss it. I remember clearly that I was pretty, until these “monsters” appeared on my face, on my neck, hands, on my back.
I often thought, how might I look now without them, these burgundy-blue swollen bumps that leave scars behind?
Once, when I was about sixteen, I was at my cousin’s birthday. He, still a bachelor then, was with yet another girlfriend who by no parameters passed his casting. That was my opinion, since I had seen almost all of his previous beauties. Curiosity got the better of me and I tactlessly, but still asked what he saw in her.
How surprised I was when he answered:
-And have you seen what skin she has? You know, for a man a well-groomed ugly woman is better than an ungroomed beauty!
I remembered this incident forever. That girl was indeed very well-groomed.
We – women, very, very often cannot understand what attracts men to some, and repels them in others. And all because we look at women – with our female gaze, and not through men’s eyes.
Now my skin problems have become a real Achilles’ heel for me. I developed a complex, especially it manifested itself around guys. But that’s understandable. Yet the futility of all actions and manipulations with medicine – simply depressed me. I would go to bed barely managing to settle on my side so that another pimple wouldn’t burst, and in the morning I would see yellow mature pustules in the mirror.
I felt like a factory for producing pus.
Someone who has never had such problems – won’t understand me. But what should those do who have this problem, and it’s also impossible to resolve?
Do you know what I remembered forever? One dermatologist. A woman. I’ve been to so many doctors over many – many years, but I only remembered her. She was about thirty-seven then, a beautiful woman, very self-satisfied, preoccupied with her own thoughts, it seemed… Without raising her eyes to me, she filled out a sheet with quick, sweeping handwriting – an insert for my card. She asked what was troubling me? Immediately she began writing a prescription for a “baldushka” to the pharmacy. She was about to send me out…
But I had made an appointment with the dermatologist a month in advance, taken time off work, come to another district of the city. Stood in line for no less than two hours and either out of foolishness or naivety hoped for a miracle: “well, this doctor will definitely help me!”
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And in the background there was also the thought that the more doctors I went around who couldn’t help me, the greater the chance. That the next one – was definitely mine, the one, in whose hands was salvation. Like in Ilf and Petrov’s “The Twelve Chairs.” And just like with Kisa Vorobyaninov and Ostap, my “next chair” — was empty.
“Is that all?” – I asked, when she handed me the prescription and called the next person.
“And what else did you want?” – she looked at me, surprised by my, one could even say – insolence.
“At least tell me what I have?”
“What everyone has – acne.”
“And how can it be cured?”
“I prescribed you a balm.”
“Is that enough?”
“If it doesn’t help, then it won’t help. And maybe it will help, but then you’ll stop using it and everything will go back to the way it was.”
“So what should I do?”
“Young lady, how would I know?”
“I’m coming to you as a doctor. Well, at least give me some advice,” — I must have looked pathetic, and the arrogant dermatologist condescended:
“There is no cure for acne. There isn’t, and that’s that. There are a great many factors affecting acne-prone skin. Starting with the environment, poor diet, genetic predisposition, and ending with an irregular sex life or, conversely, a promiscuous one.
What she told me, I had heard many times. But the WAY she told me all of it…
I had the feeling that she was glad that the diseases she, as a doctor, was supposed to treat not only weren’t being treated, but in principle shouldn’t be curable! Otherwise, she would have to answer for everything: the diagnosis, the prescribed treatment, its result.
But this way — prescribe vinegar with alcohol and dimexide, and tell me with an arrogant expression on your face (on which, by the way, there wasn’t a single tiny pimple) that your ancestors passed down the genes for acne to you as an inheritance.
All day I couldn’t calm down. Through the unpleasant feeling of a ‘medical verdict,’ a hidden, veiled signal from my subconscious kept breaking through…
All of us people run, run… without looking back. So busy, so serious. We rush somewhere and spend tons of time in our lives solving problems that could have been eliminated, on the contrary, by stopping in place, freezing, and looking inside ourselves…
Before going to sleep, burying my face in the pillow, I burst into tears. I was simply tired of fighting and asked my Angel to show me a way out in a dream.
Dream:
(report No. 11-04)
I am walking through a hospital. The corridor is long and gray. I know that I am lying in several wards at once. I go into the first one . This is a ward – a dining room, in the middle of it stands a huge table, and on it, on one side, lies a mountain of meat cut into pieces.
The pieces of meat are small, as if they had not only been cut but also chewed. And it stinks as if all of it has rotted. On the other side of the table stand wide dishes with sweets: pastries with meringue, cakes with condensed milk – this is what I especially remembered.
I wanted to reach out (I adore boiled condensed milk, I eat it very often). But a feeling of nausea arises in me and then it grows to such an extent that I feel sick as if from poisoning, and I am still in a dream.
I run out, because all these products on the table turn right before my eyes into a rotting gray mass, and its stench penetrates into my brain…and into every cell of my body.
I am in the corridor again and walk to the second ward. In it, next to the beds, of which, by the way, there are very many – rows along the walls – stand toilets. I go up to my “white friend,” but he is not white at all. No, in principle he is white, but somewhere there, under a huge layer of black-brown stinking slime, similar to mold. In the dream I almost had a fit, I tried to clean the toilet. After all, I understood that it was mine!
I ran on. A corridor, ahead there is another one of my wards… But no, I run past a door with a plaque and a pretentious name: “Cosmetologist. Services expensive” and stop. The door is closed, but I break in. I feel someone pulling me by the elbow. I turn around, before me is a very tall, huge doctor with a badge that says : ” doctor of the highest category.” He smiles so affectionately and pushes me by the arm toward my next ward, while he himself says:
-Do not look at what is outside, look at what is inside…
And such warmth comes from him, and light, and purity.
I walk into the ward, and on my nightstand there is a bouquet of bright green flowers. SO BEAUTIFUL! And in a crystal bowl lie almond nuts.
I woke up and thought:
-Lord! Thank you! I won’t go to any more doctors (there’s nowhere to go – I’ve been to them all). And whatever it costs me, I will do everything that you showed me! There’s no one else to hope for.
It took me about half a year to get a stable positive result.
Considering that I have a very great deal of experience in interpreting dreams, I will explain what I did:
-I gradually limited meat dishes in my diet, and over time gave them up completely.
-unnatural sweets and baked goods – I removed them from my diet completely. Nowadays (for now) there are enough natural ones with which you can satisfy yourself so that there is no withdrawal for those with a sweet tooth.
-every three months, on an outpatient basis, I did cleansing washings. I agree, that is often. But for the condition my “inner world” was in, it was a real salvation. Pus, in all its numerous manifestations in my body – began to disappear before my eyes.
-I eat almonds every day. Two or three nuts are enough. After the dream I found literature confirming the value of almonds. An ideal natural source of phosphorus and iron, almonds contain them in a combination that is more easily absorbed than in any other nut. Almonds contain the right ratio of calcium and phosphorus: 245 mg of calcium to 475 mg of phosphorus and 4.4 mg of iron.
YOUR SKIN WILL THANK YOU IF YOU NOURISH IT WITH SUCH A UNIQUE NATURAL SOURCE OF VITAMINS.
Now, when pimples, abscesses, boils, acne – are behind me, I still eat almonds every day. I maintain the “balance of combinations.”
So! Looking back, I am perplexed. Everything that I myself (and my subconscious) did for myself is not Newton’s Binomial. It is simple and accessible. As for why for people with a higher medical education this was an unsolvable task – one can only guess. Or exercise a sophisticated imagination.
( This does not apply to real doctors, who save our lives, help overcome physical ailments, nervous breakdowns, help our children and our children’s children come into the world, and display truly high moral human qualities as people and professionalism).
AND STILL. OUR SUBCONSCIOUS IS A UNIQUE SOURCE OF KNOWLEDGE.
AND IT IS ALWAYS READY TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU. THE QUESTION IS, ARE YOU GOING TO MEET IT HALFWAY?
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