Lithodora diffusa
Proving, 9-11-2010, Helena van Dijk
Aversion, indifference.As if impulses from outside couldn't enter.
As if the emotions or enthusiasm couldn't flow out.
Heavy, wanting to get to give up everything.
Doing some things but only because it has to end with strong aversion.
Nausea without desire to vomit, headache.
A pricking cough.
Glass, sand, and dunes.
Grumpy and irritated against husband.
Standing still, cocoon.
Teeth clenched, pressure in the tempero-mandibular joint.
Back relaxed, abdomen heavy.
A desire to hit the mortar.
Impatience, it lasts too long.
No desire, apathy, I want to stop working.
Light tingling in legs.
I am distracted, think of my mother that packed her suitcases and wants to give up the relationship.
Tingling in my occiput.
My body feels weak, as if it is dying.
The exertion to do something is too big, I feel lazy.
Tingling in sides and back of head.
Distracted, lack of concentration.
Inclination to lean and stop working.
The desire to make sudden movements with my hand, wild angry movements.
Inclination to behave weird, to create chaos.
Indifferent to what those would think about it.
I realise that I always think that I have to work hard, but in essence I'm lazy and don't want it.
Headache of the left eye, sore, arising at the moment that the mortar of stands in front of me.
Eyes sore, more left-sided, as if I had wept.
Restlessness in my head, but on the other hand everything passes me.
Chilly, cold shivering.
Cramps in my hands, shoulder and in my right big toe.
Nausea is my stomach, but no inclination to vomit.
Aversion to the trituration.
The breast feeling, and grieve.
Slow, Byron, yawning.
F that warm but only very slow.
The terrible remedy.
Apathy I don't want to think of anything and cannot.
I am in my own, in different to the surroundings.
I can sleep easily.
Does this have to be done, I don't have any enthusiasm for it.
Leave me alone, I don't want to have contact with others.
Thorax.
Prickling in throat and coughing from half way the larynx.
Heavy feeling and chest which goes down to the diaphragm.
Tingling in chest, over the bag., a light plane but it'll is heavy.
None around the back in the Oracle region.
A warm feeling in the face.
The left side of the phase is cramping, extending the vertex.
My head is numbered and heavy, vertigo.
Eyes are wet, and gripped Deering.
No smell.
I am in the woods, the sun is shining, but I don't feel like that.
Burning eyes.A headache, light.
And zombie like.
Prickling in throat and her late.
The breast.
Rebellious.
Horrocks.
Not pure! It is 16 and irritating.I want to trigger rate dual metric forms. It is important, so clear, fitting.
Also all the build-up is important, ruled Stam fruits so that they can be seen.
Union of contrasts.
Organisation; I feel nothing or a little. I cannot experience it very well.
No irritation to others.
I am in my own space and that is okay.
A kind of flooring to more but to home what or where.
In difference thinking what is adult running around.
All that research is still of doing things.
I just sing my song and reinforce.
A song about the origin of laugh was in my head.
We built towers and fix ourselves.
How high can you come before it collapses? Then again. Till you see it is an illusion.
My right arm feels lame due to do it richer reading, then doing it was the left arm.
I is seared all you'll lead but I have no intention or urge to change.
At the giggle about the other is, one is making a chaos.
Nerves again, heart beating in breast and chest and throat.
Whatever happens it will be, in difference.
I cannot force myself to do it differently, to choose another routine.
I want a breakthrough but somewhere inside it doesn't happen.
Were while scraping I am making their staircase from the mountain or power while downstairs. How? Yes it succeeds. The feeling of groundhog day, which means all the time does seem, the same routine. Normally I would turn it around but now I don't succeed to change it. The rear is a bomb inside, the clock stand still, it doesn't explode. It is a heavy pressure on pressing feeling in the upper abdomen. It's a continuous state of a feel. I stood there and just looked at it.
Pressing on it, for the last time, the last possibility. With Will Power now making the staircase and led it collapse by itself. I know all that it can be done. Palpitations.
I retire at with the feeling is there nothing better to do below. I get a headache above my left eye in which extends over their heads to the back of the head.
My left nostril breaks and get up struck that.
I feel sad, lonely with the kind of grim. I don't know why am said, it is a vague.
An image file of an open space in the woods with rocks in the ground.
I'm relieved when the other prover is all so dislike the remedy.
Her pricking calf but coughing doesn't give a real relief.
An image of white flowers, unclear.
The feeling of having no desire else.
The feeling of having novel direction in life Noel control. A heavy feeling, a feeling of leather D. Somewhere I feel it doesn't go well but I cannot find the motivation to do something about it.
Impulses don't enter. Is the feeling between the stone and sitting in a cave, like a lump of clay.
Feeling of being and Surely that. As if I have a death wish. I'm not active, I don't have any urge to become active or to do something that leads to death. But if I were dying now it will be fine to, and indifference.
A feeling of beetles that eat me, as if Tehran peoples at the lower side of their glance near the roots.
I want to cry but I am too long for that to, I don't have any inclination for the action of weeping.
Pricking in nose as if from white fluffs, as if a fever.
First!!! The salty taste in my mouth.
I feel nauseous, without all, no inclination to vomit, a heavy feeling in the region of my stomach.
At the end of the trip duration I feel irritated, it lasts too long, the sound of their mortar irritates me.
I have a strong urge for your nation.
Colt, especially my feet.
Easily a feeling of impatient frustration.: dream: I have a new Howells, it is Powell's from about 9030 and, workers howls at the end of a row; there are many pieces with green grads; simple with a back garden; I am happy, it is as if I float above it and look at it.
The day after I have an excellent. I tell that to my son that I am absent, due to hormones, or the proving?
Dream I in the hours of friends and we are in the sleeping room which is warm with a red cover on the bed; in the caller is that tap; and my friend is going to get some tea, is something that has to be washed away and I open the tap and the water flows in to the gardener that looks to be for that; then my friend combat comes back to raise no no drain and every thing gets wet and we have to mop. Suddenly a man enters the room and my friend takes his things together and runs away very fast, it seems to be wrong; it I look at the corridor and and see about downstairs sitting in front of a room with theatre cheer us; then more men are suddenly they are with the body as from a bodyguard, brought shawls and my friend says that we have to run away; were run outside; the house is very big with luxurious terraces; we run from the terraces into the dunes my friend goes to the left and hides in the bushes; I also look for Bush in bushes but they are too few of them where I run; I have the feeling that they have to hide otherwise they will catch me; I run to the edge of the June whether our house is with people, but they don't know if they are okay and I dropped myself to the ground hoping they won't see me in the shimmering; the people are allowed to be normal occupants of the houses that are there.
The dream: a mother has been done; the motor has a bike and has a wound on his ankle; it looks roles but doesn't lead; the flesh is open.
Dream:
Everything was heavily, I had to do my best to do the normal things. One was doing them it one better. Everything asked more force.
For instance I had to force myself to make things clear for the meeting to vacuum clean the room. Those thoughts don't fit with me thought is like who care us that the hills of the cat are everywhere in the room because no one is allergic and those thoughts almost stopped me from a vacuum cleaning. Of course I did it but I was sweating more than normal.
Dream we were going to a garden with half monkeys, we had taken one ourselves; it was much nicer than a garden with butterflies.
In the daytime and I felt fine, energetic and optimistic even between people that were not my type I couldn't care. I felt I had my NUI you. I didn't feel bad but I left are all your thinking what am I doing here.
I was surprised how many other people or simply put people are there with leggings.
Waking at 530, nurses. I have put the garbage outside and not forget that.
Dream of wrappingtie at
dream I am the seeker after truth was a swirl; truth and honesty are very important; I was fleeing, had the gall through a door and hide me myself; later I was driving Lord's and going on to stage; there would be a judgement but I was not afraid; if it was dis-honest I would escape because I had mice worked with me; there was a big crowd there.
Dream: I was outside with friends, lies of the a lot of people; we will listen to music from the Hyde Park is was speakers; later I was on the train, I had forgotten the speakers.
Stitching in my heart.
Angry in bed because someone wake me. I prefer to be alone in bed. Be quiet Dawn: the light.
Waiting in sweat, my sure it was completely wet, sweating on chest and back.
Dream someone ran into a place burning; research was done; it turned out to be a child that was throwing big glass marbles; it was not clear if it was done on purpose but I sense the child away.
The dream an old neighbour and a neighbour girl and a friend were in the house of the neighbours; they were very tall; I didn't have options on but they were really are much taller than I was and I had to look up water to them.
Sleeping off.
Too tired to remember dreams.
My brain felt we had one and was laying my head on the passion, as if it was embroiled with.
The main feeling was irritation and anger with indifference, the feeling I don't care. Also impatiens G still not ready. Physically I had little reactions. Few dreams.
Tenancy to collapse after night surfers.Violent and collapse.
Not having the guts to swallow the remedy and to sleep with it.
No dreamsas I had to give up practice, not the intention to do it any more.
At the love of the
Case takingSometimes the outer sound of the consultation and the patient is too loud to hear the inner sound. It can be of help to analyze the case when the patient has left and not be in the distraction of the talking.