Not since I was in college have I been hit with a virus this hard. My infant son leapt back into vitality as soon as his run of antibiotics were finished. Husband seems fine. My road has been less of the leaping sort-more like limping back to health, and slower than I can bear. I've become so impatient, I sometimes lose my sense about what I'm supposed to be doing to get better. My immune function has never been stellar, what with growing up in Pesticide Smoggyvalley and all, but it seems especially pressed this month. On the 9th day of Keflex, I ate a walnut laden brownie I'd made my dad for Father's Day and broke out in a hideous rash of hives (I'll save the pictures for another time when I'm not simultaneously discussing food). My best guess is that with no probiotics in my system, I couldn't handle the walnuts (maybe it was the chocolate...). This helped get me back on track thanks to 50 billion little live cultures. And some claritin. Gee whiz.
Maggie sent me Nourishing Traditions as a gift months ago and I finally got around to cracking it open. She and I used to be vegans, she much more recently than I. Both of us are rethinking vegetarianism. Ethically, vegetarianism is a very good idea. Environmentally, it is usually a great idea. My body, however, has a different story to tell. OPDC has made me love milk and dairy farming again, because of how thoughtfully and healthfully they are doing it. I'm also considering adding fermented foods to my diet and sprouted ones too. I ate an umeboshi plum today, favored by the macrobiotic community, and puckered up like Tom and Jerry on alum. I suppose I'll keep eating them.
It's a good sign that I am here again. I expect to be participating in life again soon and sharing about our trip to Portland, which was so fun and amazing-even though it was dampened by stage 1 of the Virus That Ate New York.
Missing your voices and your blogs, too!
