DAY 6 4/3/11
Super tired today. In addition I had a really tough time with Nasya. Feels like it went to my brain. Burning, uncomfortable. They tell me I just gotta deal with it, in two hours it finally goes away. After the pain went away I finally got really relaxed which was nice. Kind of felt like I was on something, probably because the herbs went to my brain.
Went to a market by the train station with Frauke. The train stations here are super hectic and so is the neighboring market. They sell anything and everything here. And because it’s the weekend, all the men are getting haircuts and shaves on the sidewalk. The barbers have a chair set up with an umbrella for shade. There are about 12 in a row all with customers.
I bought some beautiful silk, a tongue cleaner and some sandals. I think I’m going to have a blouse and pants made from the silk I got. Frauke has her tailor right there when I’m ready to have it made. Too tired to walk back we take a Auto Rickshaw back to the clinic.
Relaaaaaaaax
DAY 7 4/4/11
Had my treatments, feeling ok. Emotionally I have stuff coming up for me, things from the past and specifically from the past year. Expectations and hopes that have not been fulfilled. Things I have been promised that have now been broken. I’m all of a sudden in a super bad mood. Everyone can read it on my face. I’m disconnected.
While eating a late lunch Frauke and Karl ask if I would like to go to Natrej Market with them. Frauke wanted me to know where it was before she leaves. We get into an auto-rickshaw and hit the main street. I immediately regret going. It is a traffic jam as it is a holiday today. First day of the new year in India. We have a bus run us practically off the road and pass us literally with an inch of space…this is not an exaggeration. Then we breathe in heavy black diesel fumes from the vehicles around us. Chaos in action. We take over the lane of the cars coming in our direction, popping in and out, cutting people off. Too much for me.
Finally we get to Natrej, try to negotiate some gold chains unsuccessfully. I buy a cd of mantra sung by a famous Indian singer and hop into another Rickshaw to head home. Frauke says I look altered, well I feel altered. My body is so sensitive from the Panchakarma prep that our outing was over-stimulating for me
At night I toss and turn unable to sleep. Misery…
DAY 8 4/5/11
Couldn’t sleep well at all last night. Every little sound from the airconditioning to the fan, the feeling of the sheets against my skin, my mosiquito bites all over my body and of course the light from Richard’s iPad. “Icky” is one word to describe my experience today. I feeling so fucking icky. And what do you do when you feel a certain way during Panchakarma? Just go with it.
So I get up early and go to yoga which is always a good idea. I really like our yoga teacher, Nandana. She creates a peaceful space where ever she goes, it’s nourishing to be around her.
I see Dr. Mehta today instead of Dr Swapna. She checks my pulse, “HOT!” I’ve got a lot of heat, lot of Pitta going on. Again, that’s the source of almost any ailment I have. She asks about my sleep and I tell her it’s pretty bad. I tell her I am over-sensitized which she says is normal for this point in the process. Dr Mehta also tells me there are emotions that will come up as well. I mimic a rollercoaster with my hand as tears well up in my eyes. With a great deal of kindness and empathy in her eyes she says that she and Dr. Swapna are here if I ever need to talk and if I am having a tough time. This gives me a great deal of relief.
Go upstairs, cry for a bit which makes me feel better, still feel icky though. Something clicks for me though and I get into a better mood and become more playful which makes a huge difference. I’m starting to get a pretty bad headache but the day is ok emotionally. It’s weird how your body does one thing and your heart another and your mind yet another.
I’m pretty relaxed in the evening minus my pounding head.




























