Involuntary System Purge
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Day three
with an unwanted, invasive, intimate companion—the flu. So weak, I feel like a
newborn kitten without a mama.
While
alternative health methods have a long and checkered history of purposefully
and purposely cleaning out one’s digestive tract as a measure for optimum good
health, if you ask me, such drastic measures are total nonsense.
The first
thirty-six hours I spent every twenty to forty minutes, literally, on the
commode, plastic lined garbage can on my lap, involuntarily purging my entire
upper and lower innards.
Imagine
somebody doing this on purpose. I ask you, how can this be healthy?
The
following twenty-four hours I managed to sip lime-water with no ill effects. No
food. No risks.
I alternated
sitting in the sunshine on my patio with brief restorative naps while waiting
for sundown so I could crawl into bed for the night without guilt.
Four
neighbors offered to make me chicken soup, the thought of which turned me
green, though I greatly appreciated their offers.
Two other neighbors
offered to go to town to get me anything my heart desired. I can say with
complete honesty, I wanted absolutely nothing. Wonder if they’d make the same
offer next week? I could make a list.
Today I got
up and made my bed, all the while innocently pretending I don’t know that I fully
intend to crawl right back under the covers.
My best
medicine is sunshine on my patio, surrounded with lavender in full bloom and a
thousand, thousand bees.
Please stay
away. I don’t want to share.
Please, no
chicken soup.
Sondra
Ashton
HDN: Looking
out my back door
March 5,
2020
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