After a decent morning yesterday, I ended up with a migraine and nausea that lasted all the way through today. I have now admitted that my low blood sugar issues, kept at bay for approximately twenty years, are pretty serious. Migraines, nausea, dizziness, shaking, waves and hot and cold and above all, extreme homicidal mood swings add up to serious. My brain doesn’t work well without protein. And fat. In some amount or another.
So, I’m doing the purgatory today, but nothing much is happening except that I keep talking about wanting a cheese sandwich (almond cheese on gluten free bread on my diet) and my partner keeps calling and asking if I’ve purged the purgatory yet and telling me a cheese sandwich of any kind would make me unbearably sick.
OKAY! She might occasionally know what she’s talking about! I surrender! Beam me up Dorothy! I mean Scotty!
Plus, I am so sick of being reduced to the world of bodily functions.
Probably, in the world of ayurveda, I should be examining these problems with some degree of mindfulness but I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT! It’s bad enough drinking prune juice (I couldn’t face the castor oil) and feeling crappy. (Ha-ha, get it.)
I should also mention that I went to therapy yesterday and apologized to the woman for asking her about her interpretative dancer wardrobe. It was unnecessary. She is a human being even if she is a therapist who acts like a therapist and wants to talk to me like I’m a patient. I plan to fire her at the first available opportunity. Of course, we all know how my plans go. Up in smoke, half the time. I am clearly not in control.
However, on a positive note, I started writing a new book today, one I’ve wanted to write since 2010. Here’s the title:
The Ex-Catholic, Sort of Unitarian, Anti-Therapy, Pseudo-Buddhist, At –Least-a-Little Bi-sexual , Kind of Feminist, Pro-Male, WHAT?
It’s a memoir, in case you haven’t figured that out yet.
I’m a little written-out, so I’m going to crap out (ha-ha).
This cleanse really needs to end. Now.