While I was sitting upright and propped on pillows, I pulled my positive reinforcement repertoire out of my head and chose one of my favorites. First I relax all of my muscles and picture myself in a sunny, restful place that I have really been. Today, I went down to my chair on my old dock in Jacksonville. I smiled. Not very far to go. As usual, in this particular version, the white blood cells were on the move. A whole battalion was cleaning out the stuffy bronchi. Part of the Calvary had marched against invaders from the throat. Some Infantry were soaking those passages in honey and lemon juice and rounding up the vitamin C volunteers as they seemed to have deserted the operation.
I fell asleep. In my dream, Jesus was carrying a tall ladder from place to place inside my body and seemed to be holding an inspection of some kind. "Has she been praying?" This to the Commander. "No Sir, not yet," the man answered. "But that cat of hers started yesterday!"
