The thing about going to a nursing home or hospital is that it is the antithesis of peace. There is constant overstimulation to the nervous system, between loud announcements being made 24/7, bright lights, constant movement of staff members who change every eight hours. The stimulation is overwhelming, the vibration low, heavy, thick, and fear-based. It is toxic beyond measure; it is the antithesis of healing.
If memory serves me, in the hospital, one is not seen as a person, but rather a project or a disease. As a patient, one is subjected to a steady stream of pokes and prods and erratic invasions of privacy, all of which are documented, in large part now because of potential lawsuits. In a nursing home, you’re either ignored, or given your meds and ignored, or given your food and ignored. While that makes them sound quite different, both the hospital and the nursing home share all of the aforementioned attributes of stress: the noises, the lights, the lack of fresh air, the fear. They also share in common the poor quality of food.
There’s no chi in any of the food, no love, no nourishment, no sustenance. The food (if you want to call it that) is cooked en masse long before it is finally eaten; it sits out on trays waiting to be served to people who primarily enjoy the coffee and desserts. I would rather starve or fast than eat anything white. Ideally, food would be served within 20 minutes of being cooked, and it would be fresh and organic!
Ideally, time would be taken to find out what people’s blood-types are, what they are there for, and to gauge their particular dietary needs accordingly. There might actually be a better chance of someone healing faster were they being nourished properly from the inside. On the other end of the spectrum is a subject dear to my heart… having at least one healthy daily bowel movement is imperative; what goes in must come out! Lack of mobility, being given pain medications that cause constipation, being given food that can't be digested by most people are all counterproductive to healing. Stool softeners aren't the answer, either.
The entire medical profession in these environments, with hospitals in particular, is set up to perpetuate the cycle of sickness, not to regain health and live. There’s big bucks in it for the pharmaceutical companies to keep it that way, too. There’s a great lack of connection between the doctors, nurses, staff and patients. There’s budget cutbacks and all kinds of reasons for it. It’s very sad.
While in the midst of a five-day power outage, I was asked more than once if I wanted to go to a nursing home or some facility that would accommodate my needs and keep me warm. The answer was “No.” When I say “Take me out back and shoot me,” I believe that’s basically what they’re doing, but in slow motion. I would end up being catheterized, I would eat crap, I wouldn’t shit, I wouldn’t have any interactions with people I care about or that know me or that I know. I would be miserable, and I would get physically worse on every level. So, no. Don't call an ambulance to take me to one of those places. I’ve figured it out this far; I’m good.
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