Ayurveda
Why not right?
So healing really never stops. My relationship with illness tracks, not coincidentially, my relationship with me. As I get more well, I have accepted me and illness more too. Its ciruclar.
Recently, the Amazing Ms. C, secretary extraordinaire, recommended me to a former protege of hers, who is now completing her Ayuerveic training. I took the train then bike to Palo Alto, my least favorite place in the world, to see her.
She was kind, and thoughtful, listened to me, and talked about doshas. I learned that there are three, and blend of each, and your position in each is set at birth. For more, read another blog.
Well, I will meet again with S, but her first recommendation was to get to sleep at 10. Thats going to be hard. Insomnia not considered, its a rough bill for me to sleep at ten because I love to stay up late. No one goes to Prince v. Michael Jackson dance offs to watch married women get drunk and make out with each other at 7:30. That kind of shit only happens late, when God is asleep. And frankly, someone needs to be there, why not me?
She also gave me a tea to drink before dinner to build appetite. The rest I learn later. It may involve yoga, or baby stealing. I am not sure.
Why Ayurveda? Why not? I mean, the western medical profession has given me pills that were supposed to make me happy, but in fact made me halucinate, they stuck needles in my liver, reviewed my feces and urine and blood, they have given me pills and laxitives. I figure, how weird could ayuerveda be?
Besides that, health is not longer an obsession to me, but you dont go what I went through and not find people's response to unwellness beautiful. This is an old and venerated appraoch. I will approach it like I did western medicine: with scepticism, and poor editing.
So healing really never stops. My relationship with illness tracks, not coincidentially, my relationship with me. As I get more well, I have accepted me and illness more too. Its ciruclar.
Recently, the Amazing Ms. C, secretary extraordinaire, recommended me to a former protege of hers, who is now completing her Ayuerveic training. I took the train then bike to Palo Alto, my least favorite place in the world, to see her.
She was kind, and thoughtful, listened to me, and talked about doshas. I learned that there are three, and blend of each, and your position in each is set at birth. For more, read another blog.
Well, I will meet again with S, but her first recommendation was to get to sleep at 10. Thats going to be hard. Insomnia not considered, its a rough bill for me to sleep at ten because I love to stay up late. No one goes to Prince v. Michael Jackson dance offs to watch married women get drunk and make out with each other at 7:30. That kind of shit only happens late, when God is asleep. And frankly, someone needs to be there, why not me?
She also gave me a tea to drink before dinner to build appetite. The rest I learn later. It may involve yoga, or baby stealing. I am not sure.
Why Ayurveda? Why not? I mean, the western medical profession has given me pills that were supposed to make me happy, but in fact made me halucinate, they stuck needles in my liver, reviewed my feces and urine and blood, they have given me pills and laxitives. I figure, how weird could ayuerveda be?
Besides that, health is not longer an obsession to me, but you dont go what I went through and not find people's response to unwellness beautiful. This is an old and venerated appraoch. I will approach it like I did western medicine: with scepticism, and poor editing.
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