Physical and mental health
A few days ago, my elbow blew up. It swelled like a balloon for no particular reason. I then took something from the freezer and my fingertips turned bright red. I didn’t hold the thing for long. I was surprised. Where does this come from? Change of seasons? I’ve not been particularly stressed. Various symptoms […]
This is an addendum to Cracking the Libra Mind. Mercury in the 9th house, thinks about the future. I have to choose a house, not just for today, but for tomorrow. It’s more important the house please others than it please me. Hey! This is how Libra operates. And I’m an ethereal sort anyway. I
Venus is conjunct Neptune in Pisces. Mars is nearby. This stellium in Pisces is highly prone to writhe around and fantasize. Saturn in Sagittarius is coming in comes in hard with the truth. It’s a bit like seeing Tinkerbell hit a wall. I have been the wall in some cases. But last night I was Tinkerbell.
I want to continue along the lines of Surviving Your Relationship With (Or As) A Sensitive Type. This is a Saturn in Libra topic where responsibility and boundaries in relationship figure. I had asthma when I was a kid. It was severe and untreated. I chalk this up to Mars (violent) conjunct Mercury (lungs) in
Sitara writes: “You are right – docs do not do well with unusual numbers! I’m in med school and I can relate. I’m sorry about your experience. I strongly believe that doctors should try to approach each patient as an individual – someone who has their own “normal.” Here’s hoping I can stick to that
Dear Elsa, My husband and I have been having some problems. He was diagnosed with bipolar and narcolepsy. He had a history of using ephedrine to compensate but has been drug free for almost 3 years. Within the past few weeks though, his behavior has changed. His bipolar hasn’t stabilized since his dad passed in
Dear Elsa, To get right to the point, I am completely consumed with worry. This have been going on since I was a kid. And when I say that worry consumes me, I mean just that; it literally eats me alive. Monday, I’m convinced I am having a heart attack; Tuesday, I have AIDS; Wednesday,
