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Friday
Feb242012

Viral Wars: The Body Strikes Back!

Last week, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away…. It’s a time out from the Empire’s worldly affairs as a renegade viral horde, striking from a hidden base, breaches this writer’s defenses, and runs amok throughout her body. Internal chaos ensues as the enemy overwhelms primary cognitive centers, clogs respiration and lays waste the musculo-skeletal infrastructure…. 

Timber!  The old bod crashed. I lay there, unable to move while the forces of good and evil battled it out with weapons of mass destruction: seismic sneezes, Vesuvial snot eruptions, chattering chills. 

Hubby, Son, patients, paperwork, taxes.... So what? Whether I lived or died, everyone and everything would go on without me. The relief was… an A-ha! moment. I slept like the dead for two days. 

On the third day, my mind began to clear, and tick over, albeit weakly: Oh come on. Get up. You can drive to the post office. If you don’t mail those birthday gifts today, they’ll be late.

My body just lay there. 

My mind push-push-pushed: Let’s go! Those gifts! They'll be late!

My body just lay there.

I— my real Self, not my mind— had a second A-ha! moment:

I’M SICK. GIVE IT A BREAK. WHY PUSH? IT’S UNNECESSARY. IT’S DRAINING. IT’LL UNDERMINE RECOVERY.

I flashed back to the residency, when I worked for a week (including being on call) with a fever of a hundred and three degrees Fahrenheit and walking pneumonia. It wasn’t an option to call in sick, so I didn’t. I was what, thirty-three? Would I do that now? Hell, no. It was idiotic then. It would take years off my life now.  

That settled it. I resolved to support the troops in expelling the alien menace. I prepared a spaghetti pot of ginger lemon tea.

I kid you not, this stuff is so potent, one swallow and your Clark Kent white blood cells morph into SuperWBCs. Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive!  Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Haha! Run for your life, Phantom Menace! Or, better yet, swim. Straight to the bladder, please. 

I took a steaming cup to bed with me, cuddled up with the pooch and started a trash thriller. The experience was so luxurious, so hedonistic, so unbelievably comforting I— my real Self, not my mind— had a third A-ha! moment: 

WHAT AN OPPORTUNITY TO INDULGE ALL MY GUILTY PLEASURES WITHOUT GUILT!!  I'M SICK! I'M ALLOWED TO:

  • BE UNPRODUCTIVE.
  • BE UNAVAILABLE.
  • ENJOY THE PEACE AND QUIET OF STAYING HOME ALONE.
  • READ TRASH FICTION TILL MY EYEBALLS PEEL.
  • LAY IN BED ALL DAY.
  • NAP AT WILL. SLEEP TILL I WAKE UP, NO CLOCK.
  • PUTTER AIMLESSLY.

FOR ONCE, DOING THE RIGHT THING IS THE FUN THING! 

So that’s what I did. For two divine days. Then the Empire struck back: Let’s go. Those gifts are late! I resisted, wanting a couple more, but alas, the old bod lives to serve. 

 

Ginger Lemon Tea 

  • Put on a spaghetti pot of filtered water to boil.
  • Peel and slice up a hand-sized piece of ginger. Add to boiling water.
  • Reduce heat and simmer for an hour, with lid slightly off edge to concentrate the infusion. Turn off the heat.
  • Wash and slice several lemons into thick coins. Toss the ends. Add the lemon slices to the standing ginger infusion.
  • Add honey to taste. 
  • Dilute to taste.
  • Excellent hot, cold, diluted, sweet or not, however you like it!
  • Stores for at least a week in fridge. 

To kick microbe butt, imbibe fresh and hot till your back teeth float. And then some.

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Reader Comments (5)

The video is great! I love the recipe ever since that time a couple years ago when I got sick and you kindly made vats of it for me -- which enabled me to feel so much better right away. Less burdened than you, I amplified your "time off" into two solid weeks. No one died as a result. The world turned and scarcely noticed, so it' doesn't work as a bid for attention. My "real self" noticed, however, and it felt wonderful! Thank you for passing along that recipe, which I have already shared with several people.
xoxo

February 25, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterNaomi

Yes, thanks for sharing, D! Although I hope to not need your healing brew any time soon, will be glad to have the recipe handy. Glad you took time to rest and trust you are feeling much, much better by now :-) XOX

February 25, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCLB

It's an interesting distinction - between the real self and the mind.
The mind seems to be the playground of guilt, habit, image
preservation...in short, programming. Having watched
'A Dangerous Method' this weekend, I'm fascinated with
this distinction and amazed by how often the mind wins
out, and how miraculous it is (both in occurence and effect)
when the real self does.

February 27, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterLorraine

Oh, yeah, time in bed with a trashy novel . . . I may fake sick just for the luxury of it all. I'll even make the tea! I wonder if my Mind will let go long enough?

February 27, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJeannette

Daniela, I could have sworn I subscribed to your blog months ago! What's the cure for brain sieve disease?

I've not forgotten my long ago promise for a post and will tackle it in March. Alas, too many chronic sick days recently, spent in blessed unavailable unproductiveness (except for a sometimes weekly blog post). Glad you're better!

February 28, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDebra Eve

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