As I have already told you I gave up smoking listening to the recording I had made for someone else, just to check if it sounded O.K. At that time I was smoking more than 20 a day, more on a party day. At the age of 17 I was smoking black and gold or
I beg your pardon, it was a 50% complete abstention rate and a 75% drop in consumption for the people who made their own hypnosis recordings. Oops! Still pretty spectacular. As I said, motivation to give up smoking had been found to be the most important factor in most studies. In mine motivation didn't rate.
When I began writing posts for my Website I went back to where it all began - in the late 1970's with my research into smoking and my subsequent book, "Personal Change Through Self Hypnosis". . As a Student and Staff Counsellor at University of Technology, Sydney, I made frequent use of hypnosis as a
Bill died a two weeks later. He died bravely. The nursing staff told me he had undergone a lot of unnecessary pain rather than call them before the pain got out of hand. He didn't want to make a nuisance of himself. The nurses loved him and some cried when he died. Two days before
Every day Bill would see a doctor. I don't think he saw the same doctor twice. I don't even think he saw the same nurse twice. He would tell his story, they would take notes and say we will do X-rays and ultrasounds (they never did). And he would ask yet again to be transferred
I just read an article about a woman trapped in a public hospital trying to transfer to a private hospital for which she had full cover. I decided to write about Bill's experience shortly before he died. Before I do I should tell you that Nurse Ratched is Jack Nicholson's nemesis in "One Flew Over
Kevin and the Golfing Surprise. On the Sunday of the weekend we stayed at the Grand Hotel in Mt. Victoria some of us decided to have a round of golf at the Leura Golf Club and a round of drinks afterwards at the nineteenth watering hole, the Fairmont Hotel. The maggies were stealing the white
Kind of a Fawlty Towers weekend, but also tragic. I have a very dear friend Kevin. We met when I was 27 and he was 17 - at the old convict gaol, East Sydney Technical College - studying Day Matriculation for the Leaving Certificate in 1964. He went on to study Law at Sydney University
Apologies, folks. Haven't posted since April due to an unfortunate run of health problems, including a fractured spine. But you can't keep a good girl down! Toujours gai! I was telling you about two artists in residence at U.T.,S. appointed by the Assistant Registrar Stanley Ashmore-Smith. They were sculptors from the Highlands of New Guinea.
Stanley Ashmore-Smith was the Assistant Registrar at U.T.,S. and was affronted by the rather sleazy affaire another senior member of staff was having with one of his subordinates. Stan seemed to take it personally because of the immorality (the man was married with children) but mainly because of the conflict of interest and consequent unfairness.