What kind of person you are and how you will do things, your body will tell you and everyone else. I tend to sweat and sweat profusely when I am having a bad or unsatisfactory procedure. Sweat flows down my forehead, cheeks to the root of my neck and chest; beads of sweat as big as beans will fall on the sterile cotton cloth and quickly turn into a sweat stain. At this point, I usually admonish myself to be patient, while complaining about the heat and the extra clothes to cover up my anxiety. While the mind tells me how to proceed to the next step and the surgery continues, the body tells me that you’re anxious and irritable! Plant nerves don’t somehow get mobilized unless you don’t recognize it or you don’t want to look deeper into its will. What was I anxious about, and what was I worried about? Carefully recalling the situation when I was sweating, I gradually realized what the problem was. It turns out that I have requirements for my various operations, and if the reality does not reach my envisioned state, dissatisfaction can’t help but manifest itself. I cared about what others thought of me and tried hard to make the surgery more beautiful and pleasing to the eye. When the surgery didn’t go well or wasn’t as beautiful, I would feel frustrated and disappointed, which would then translate into anxiety that would manifest itself as profuse sweating. Knowing the answer, I learned to accept my imperfections and lack of success, and the more this happens, the more I observe my body’s reactions and let it kick in to its fullest, coming back to my body and to the present moment. Hiccups, acid reflux, a slight feeling of fullness, and loss of appetite have plagued me for a long time, probably as a strong protest against my perennial habits. I left home at the age of 18 to go to university in Wuhan, and now I have been drifting around for 20 years, although I have been married and have a family, but I also live alone in Han. 90’s university provided us with moldy rice and stale noodles, which is now the university canteen rice is not much better. At that time, like a fool, we ate the moldy rice and did not complain. Later, when I went to Beijing Stomatological Hospital for further training, I didn’t have a second bite of the rice in the cafeteria after I tasted it, and I ate steamed buns instead, for half a year. An orthognathic surgery can be done from 9:00 am to 2:00 or 3:00 pm, and if the surgery does not go well, it may be extended for one or two hours. By the time I got off the surgery, I was hungry, but I also had a poor appetite. It was only after I met Little Miss that my stomach was taken care of. She would keep an eye on what I ate that would make me uncomfortable, and was happy to listen to all the physical reactions I had after eating, such as what kind of indigestion would occur if I added an extra salted duck egg in the morning, what kind of acid reflux would occur in my stomach if I ate fried food, and so on. I can’t drink white rice porridge, every time I drink it, I will have stomach discomfort. She thought it was due to the dampness of white rice and suggested I try red bean and barley porridge. It’s also really strange that my stomach is very adaptable to barley. Under her care, my stomach discomfort gradually decreased a lot. There are many other strange reactions in the human body that need to be carefully experienced and perceived, so I’ll tell you when I figure it out. In the meantime, please pay more attention to your own body, the body knows the answer.