No, this isn't about the letter "E."
it's about The Big “Diarrhea” and being overly sensitive story...
A day after Blowout “D” Food Poisoning hit I thought a LOT about people who have to eat rice day in and day out.
The next day, after cantering to the bathroom for the eighth time in half an hour, I whined a little bit (OKAY, a lot!) to the neighbor.
Day Four I seriously considered wearing Depends to leave the house. (If only I could get to the store in time.)
Feeling weary of paying attention to my gurgling stomach, dizzy if I get up too fast, longing for stick-to-my-ribs food, and a full eight ounce glass of water. My intestines ache and no one really wants to hear about it.
How can I best take advantage of this “down" time?
I live-streamed an event I thought I didn’t have time for.
Made batches of oatmeal and rice while I felt well enough to stand.
Read a chapter of Acts of Faith without sitting on the toilet.
Cleaned out my junk drawer in the kitchen.
Pet the dog and each cat individually.
Contemplated my navel.
Wrote seven blog posts (87% of which contained the word "painful.”)
Called a bunch of people whom I hadn’t connected with for awhile.
Tried not to moan loudly.
Deleted messages from my cell phone and emails.
Refilled the toilet paper basket.
Whenever I gathered the courage to leave the house, I kept a mental note of my feelings, insights, awareness of my reactions and behavior.
*I’m exceedingly badly behaved when I feel crappy.
*Couldn’t muster a smile for anyone.
*Detachment from the surroundings and sunshine loomed.
*I didn’t really care where I was going or what I had to do.
I think about people whom I believed to be crabby, rude, lonely, depressed, sad, distant - could be they are in pain. Like me now.
It’s possible those Crab Apples are coping with suffering every day of their lives.
No wonder they’re detached, alone, grim.
I can’t wait for the day I feel good again, can laugh like I mean it, and look forward to eating solid foods.
"BE MORE COMPASSIONATE" reads the new bright yellow Post It on my dash.