Out, Out, Damn Symptoms!

I am blessed, in general, with pretty good health. These long stretches of healthiness permit me to enjoy my beliefs about natural healing, the badness of much of the modern pharmaceutical world, the importance of listening to the body's wisdom rather than suppressing the symptoms, etc. I also happen to with with three housemates who share similar good health, and similar ideas about medicine.

Well, today I am sick. Sick, sick, sick. I Ibuprofen'ed myself enough yesterday to get through our visioning session for Web of Change, but around about 5pm I hit the wall – hard. I got home, whimpering much of the way on public transit, and crashed into bed. Thankfully I live with lovely people, and so I was brought tea, soup, juice, and a hot water bottle in bed. However, I was alone through the horrible sleepless night – the tossing, turning, messed-up dreams, can't get comfortable in any position for more than a minute, night.

After what felt like hours of this horrible discomfort, I got up for some water, thinking it *must* be almost morning. But no... it was only 1:20am! In my distress, I began cursing my healthy hippy household. What was wrong with all of us? Why were there no DRUGS in the house!? Dammit, what good were immune system boosters going to do me right then!?! I wanted DRUGS, the kind that would numb me into blissful sleepy oblivion until morning. Out, out, damn symptoms.

Yeah, it's funny how all my holier than thou-ness dissolves so easily when faced with pain I'd rather escape from. Hmmm. The other interesting part was that once I just committed to letting all the discomfort be there, and really immersing myself in it, the night became much more bearable.

Even so, I've got some drowsy-making Tylenol Cold lined up for tonight. ;)