We’ve come to an uneasy truce my body and me. I am not talking in general – although I have accepted Mom’s family’s fat fingers and thighs after many years. I have one lazy eye, my teeth are artificially straight, and my skin just longs for the drying interior of BC air. More importantly, I don’t get sick often, I suffer from no afflictions and in general, I am amazed with what my body can do. I try to treat it well with exercise, enough sleep, and good foods. But this truce I speak of is of today’s fragility compared to yesterday’s disaster.
When I woke up with the flu (or food poisoning?) yesterday – I’ll admit I felt betrayed by my own body. Seriously, this is not how my body is supposed to function and I am not enjoying it. I will not get into details, but will only tell you that it was the first time I actually used one of the those white bags on the plane. (Emile says it was only for spit, but I’ll tell you, I was very thankful for it). I spent the whole day in bed only arising when needed and had the longest 1 1/2 hour plane ride of my life.
Extra-Ordinary March 1st, 2012 Event: Feeling SO good today which is really quite below average on any other given day.