Years ago some hospital made a video game for kids with cancer or some other disease. It was basically something like Space Invaders where the invaders were the disease and the kids got to picture themselves killing the cause of their illness. The researchers said the kids who played the game had better pain-management skills and did better at getting better.
Ever since I read that article (and it’s been years so I’m probably remembering it all wrong) I’ve been a big fan of visualisation for pain management. Instead of Space Invaders, though, I picture one of my problems as little Keebler Elves with sharp implements carving away parts of my innards to make Fudge Coated Pain Cookies. In order to feel better I invision myself going into the hurting part of my body, grabbing the little wisenheimers one at a time and tearing them limb from limb, drowning their screaming heads in my own blood.
Vicious. Gross. Amazingly effective.
In the past week or two I’ve massacred four or five treesfull of the suckers. Just now as I was finishing work on my novel for the day and trying to come up with a good topic for Ze Blog another handful of the bastards met their maker.
Why am I hungry for cookies?