Hrmph scientests, hrmph. Why couldn’t you have rolled out this news last week?!
Crossing your arms ‘relieves hand pain’
I say last week, as there was more pain. Today is more dizzy, ha ha, so trying to sit here looking like a cross-armed bat-bat doesn’t work so well. Still, I wonder how crossy one is supposed to be, and say… whether they remembered to test people of various handedness. After all, most of us lefty sort tend to be slightly ambidextrous as a survival mechanism; this means that we reputedly use more of our brain in more ways. I don’t know – I’m not a brain scientist. *grins* But those who are come up with other awesome things, such as:
Paralysed man can stand and move his legs again
(I assure you spell-check, ‘s’ is right in this case. *cough*)
Now, this is some straight-up awesome frankenscience. As far as I can tell, they’re not exactly sure what they did right, but they’ve got people lined up to keep testing upon and see if they can replicate the results. Considering that one of my never-voiced quasi-fears is being a something-plegic and being dependent upon other people for the rest of my life, this sort of near-miracle stuff makes me uber-happy. It doesn’t make up for my lack of rocket cars, but it’s still… well, hope!
Otherwise, I’m having a pleasant nod and giggle at this:
Hypnobirthing tested at Tameside General Hospital
I laugh, because I don’t understand why it’s necessary to call it hypno, unless I’m completely missing the point. The basic principle that being relaxed makes the whole thing go easier have been around since the middle of the last century compliments of Grantly Dick-Read (who went on to found the Natural Childbirth Trust (which later became the National Childbirth Trust)). Now, I’m as anxious as all get-out by nature, but I managed to have a nice, healthy, natural childbirth… at home… without heavy drugs. Oh sure, I had gas and air (and a TENS machine, I’ll admit!), and I used that to tune everyone else out so I could focus on getting the job done. Pain? Eeh… the most annoying thing about the day was feeling like I really needed to take a crap.
Don’t get me wrong – I think that if more people actually tried to get in tune with their bodies and minds and take a deep breath, they’d be surprised how not awful the process is. I was in inactive labour for, say… 15 hours (which I slept through a chunk of, since it struck when I was going to bed!), and active, crap the water is broken this shizz is real labour for 2 hours, 59 minutes, and some seconds. *laughs* I suspect it’ll be even faster next time because I won’t be so worried about pooping on someone or something (yes dears, it’s a risk apparently!), and because I’ll have a better idea of how to make pushing happen – naughty me for eschewing annoying myself with antenatal classes. *giggles*
But hay, to each their own in all things. I get some people are much happier being drugged and stirruped and danced upon; this was not for me. I find people stressful, and my own home comforting. I’m sure that there are people who would be tearing out their eyes having a baby at home the same way I’d’ve been trying to throw myself out a window if I was forced into the Germhaus™® with lots of creepy strangers. The main point is to have a happy, healthy baby, and in the end? It doesn’t matter how that baby gets there, as long as everyone is okay. 🙂
And that’s enough blather for now – I need to seek a tea or something to kick the dizzy. Have a lovely day, yo!