Dear Friends,
I don't know whether it was the lush vegetation in my friend's backyard, the exotic spices I've been adding to my food or the small piece of cheese that I had last night, but at around 12:35 am, I woke up on fire! A large portion of Body was covered in velvety, itchy red patches.
Really, God? I called the old mighty through the ceiling. The first night that I can change sides painlessly, without having to lift and throw the right arm over my torso, I have to wake up with a rash and insect bites?
While battling Anxiety who kept suggesting we should call 911 because wheezing and rash were not a good combination, Mind covered Body with Benadryl and crawled back into bed. She remembered what my father had told her, a few months before he had passed away, "Kitten, I'm tired of my body."
Body was silent. For hours, she just lay there, hands on her chest, breathing evenly, waiting to be taken away! "I'm getting tired of my body too, papa." Mind whispered.
At some point, I must've had fallen asleep, since I woke up again at 8:45 am.
With Complacency out of sight, and Mind busy wandering through the crowded streets of the past and the empty nooks and crannies of the future, I spent the morning in the company of Resentment.
13:30 - returned from an important meeting
14:00 - went to the pool and steam room
15:40 - fed Body, scratched Body, reapplied cream to Body
16:30 - finally, Creativity, my ultimate problem solver, came to the rescue, carrying a sketching pad, a couple of black soft pastels and a box of watercolour pencils.
19:00 - fed Body, scratched Body, reapplied cream to Body
20:00 - Mind can't believe how unskilled we are at drawing.
21:00 - Body wonders whether the pain in the right arm is worth the clumsy pictures.
21:45 - Complacency, grateful to Creativity for taking over, has returned home, to tuck us in.
4 savoured, 1 tolerated, 61 left to delight in — perhaps
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