I've been on pretty strict bed rest the last week, which means I spend all day sprawled out on my bed, the couch, or the easy chair next to the big window upstairs.
I'm used to bed rest, but
I'm also used to having pockets of time when my body lets me climb out
of bed and go on a walk or have a short dance party. These breaks added a
little action to my week. However, it turns out these breaks were not
helping me get healthy the way I'd hoped they would. Rats. Exercise is
normally great for the immune system (especially dancing!), but, as many
of my doctors have reminded me, I'm not "normal sick," so for now I
rest and I rest and I rest.
As a result, I have very
little interesting blogging fodder right now. One day I'd like to write
about all the spiritual lessons I'm wrestling through as I rest, but my
brain fog is far too thick to accommodate any real writing right now. So
I blog. About generally un-noteworthy things.
My doctor wants me to put 1/2 teaspoon of salt in my drinking water
twice a day. This is not the easiest concoction to down so I've started
squeezing lemon and grapefruit juice into the mix. Alas, salty
grapefruit juice is not my jam, but drink it I must. So, I've taken to
pretending I'm sipping salt-rimmed margaritas on the French Riviera. I
suppose a nice Bordeaux is much better suited to the Riviera, but I say:
when life (or the doctor) hands you a tub of salt and a bag of
grapefruits, if you feel like drinking the concoction on the French
Rivera, then honey, IT'S OFF TO THE FRENCH RIVIERA WE GO!
I started detoxing yesterday and today I can feel the medicine pulling
toxins out of my body's nooks and crannies. I've got what I suspect is a
nice little toxin-induced headache settling in. But you guys, I am so
glad to finally be doing something to (hopefully) improve my health that
I have never been so excited about a headache in my life. Welcome,
Headache. You are a sign of MOVEMENT. I love movement, especially if
it's toxins leaving their hiding places.
3. This is a picture I took a few weeks ago, back when I was wild and crazy and went on occasional evening walks:
rabbit was still as stone, utterly transfixed on something I could not
see. I pulled out my phone to snap a photo of him but my phone was full,
so I quickly deleted some old photos, hoping the rabbit wouldn't hop
away in the meantime. He didn't so much as wiggle his nose. But my phone
still wouldn't take a photo, so I re-started it, and in the time it
took to reboot my phone the rabbit remained frozen.
How strange. Could it be a fake rabbit that someone had
placed on the lawn for kicks? I walked toward it until I was just a few
feet away, but he was still frozen. Was he petrified? Paralyzed? Stiff
with rigor mortis? Just then, his little nose wiggled. He was alive! And
yet, still glued to the ground.
heavens, why was he so still and unafraid of me? In Fairyland, he might
have had a spell cast upon him by some rather impish pixies. In our
land, he might have seen an angel standing a few feet ahead of him, like
Balaam's donkey. I liked that thought. It's nice to imagine the
spiritual world around us, full of angels watching over God's people.
A few seconds later, I crept near enough to pet Mr. Rabbit, and he darted away into a nearby bush. I never saw him again.
I apologize for subjecting you to such a pointless story.
Annnd that's a wrap. Thanks for listening in, folks.
As always, cheering for ya, Skillets.
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