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Even your mind can't touch your biology! For 22 hours my mother biology was in a frenzy!

It was 00:12, my older 17-year-old daughter came quietly into my bedroom and said: “Mom, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet!”

A sentence that could hardly have sent me into such a sudden panic in any other situation, because 11 hours after this sentence she flies halfway around the world (New York) on her own.

Everything inside me went on alert... No more trust in life, at least on a biological level, my offspring was in grave danger... in case the cell phone gave up:

We put it in a bag of rice and hoped it would come on the next morning.

I went to sleep but I was wondering what was going on:

- when she needs me but can't reach me

- if she had problems entering the USA at the age of 17

- if she might get lost

- if she feels alone or insecure and can't call me

Then, in addition to the emotional factors, there were the clear facts:

the flight ticket is on the cell phone!
We don't have a printer!
and also no possibility (in terms of time) to get a new cell phone

So at some point I somehow fell asleep... but when I woke up I could already feel it in my body:

cold hands
Heart racing (what happens next)

But I paid no attention, woke my daughter up and we tried the phone: it turned on, but the display already showed that it was coming to an end. Save everything to the cloud! Mail with the ticket forwarded to me. In the hope that the cell phone would regenerate after all, we got into the car and then I had a brainwave. I still have an old cell phone from Switzerland with me as our hotspot, so we packed it just to be on the safe side. Off we went on our journey. Apart from the uncertainty of the traffic to Munich, the old cell phone finally gave up in the middle of the journey. She was able to connect the new phone to the cloud at the last second, but the old SIM card no longer works and it is uncertain whether she has a network with the integrated Swiss SIM. Last but not least, the lady at the airport counter put us under a bit of stress as to whether everything would work out in time.

All in all, apart from the emotional component (when your chick crosses half the world for the first time), it was a race against time and a horror trip for my system - my mamabiology.

It wasn't until around 10pm that I got the relieving call that she had arrived safely. You know that feeling when everything falls away from you and you slump down? Until then, I didn't realize how much it had taken out of me and what exactly my body was doing during those endless hours of fear for my child. I instantly fell into a comatose sleep.

The next morning, I could feel the extent of it. EVERYTHING hurts and I coughed slightly, shrugged it off because I still had a client appointment, pulled myself together, went to my beloved job - but on the way home, a headache, chills and a cough with mucus sputum started. During the night I went to the toilet about 20 times (urinary flood) and coughed and coughed. I thought that was the epi-crisis and now it would get better. But that wasn't the case.

Two days later there was another conflict resolution in the territorial area this time in the partnership area (if I hadn't had this knowledge, I would have thought I had a relapse) and obviously my kidney collecting tubes became active, because I was lying in my misery completely alone in a strange place (I was on vacation alone with my children).

Unfortunately, my immediate surroundings weren't much help, on the contrary, they urged me to see a doctor because my cough sounded really bad and suddenly the fear arose that it might be pneumonia or something worse. I suddenly got stressed myself.

But thank God I was able to turn to a friend who already lives the knowledge of Germanic medicine, he was able to pick me up with his knowledge and this made me more relaxed (here I realized how important it is that we can fall back on people with this knowledge about our body and experience reports, this is pure medicine).

On his advice, I then lay down in the bathtub with salt water, drank some coffee and this really improved my well-being immediately. A cool pack for my head was also my constant companion.

All in all, I spent 14 days in an intense regeneration process with 2 epicrises caused by these 2 clashing territorial anxiety conflicts and their resolution. And I realized that if the conflict is so intense, the regeneration can also take a little longer and be more intense (this knowledge now also helps me to stay calm if it takes a little longer than I remember the conflict activity).

From the time of the second epicrisis, I felt myself coming out of the vagotonia more and more every day and my vitality was returning. By then I was definitely over the hill. The cough stayed with me for about 3 weeks until it had completely subsided.