Exploring Options

It's a surprise to hear so many lawnmowers buzzing in the background! The grass everywhere is wet, indeed sodden, drooping under the jeweled weight of water gleaming on each blade; those blades sharp enough to slice unwary fingers pulling at them while the water will make the clippings clog the blades whirling through to tame nature down to manicured lawns again.

The sun is gleaming, adding shimmer to the air just above the pavement turning soft under the heated strokes of light. Wind is almost a mirage, mere ruffle of leaves, quick dance of branches, and then all is still.

Today I start an experiment in health. I fast. They take my blood, my spit and other fluids and put me to the test. Turning me to numbers and equations to see if I add up to the $1.98 of chemicals plus water a human is meant to be.

Although today the salts and minerals that make the solid center of a person would probably cost more. No matter, I have always liked the fact that when someone asks what do you think you are worth I can grin and say about a $1.98, the same as you.

After this fine addition and subtraction amid much learned scratching of heads and wrinkling or expressions there will come a list, accompanied by stratospheric prices, of those elements I need to have to bring me back to balance.

I will be told no meat, no juices, no caffeine; these fruit, these grains, these nuts not those - this yes and no that I will be expected to dance with for at least three months and at the end, TA DA !,the great restoration of everything but my pocket book.

Can they turn my hair back to its glossy black shot through with chestnut highlights in the sun? Will the sharp edged crystals in my joints all melt away so I can dance all night unfettered by gravity, by time, by pain?

Do I sound the skeptic? Because I am. Oh, I have done my research and will argue, politely, for this instead of that and show where myths have been created and debunked and I will choose this path because i have lived within this casket, this temple of flesh, for more than half a century and know it well.

Four weeks ago I listened as the traditional medical community told me they can find nothing wrong. Cannot explain the chills, the hoarseness in my voice, the frenzied flutters of the muscle in my chest that pumps the life around me. I left the change behind me ten years back, an early onset quickly passed, completed with mere moments of interest and sudden heats and sweats so I know what it is not.

I also know that I am not willing to fade into the shadows of a half life and will explore, with informed reservations those alternatives available to me. Ultimately this body was entrusted to my care and I am responsible for its maintenance now moved beyond my personal resources. I have found alternative therapies and medicine of huge benefit in the past, so now I fast. Soon I will leave and go so they can draw my blood.
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