While it was drizzling elsewhere, a thin sun shone on the arboretum. I trudged through the muddy leaves still dazed from the last couple of weeks. I have applied for disability insurance, food assistance and utility relief. Tests and therapies mark every day. It just seems so sudden. But the birds in the forest still sing.
I went in for an MRI today. I told the guy that I didn't care for it, the music was too loud. And then waiting for the injection to light up my skeleton for a bone scan, I read about the Japanese practice of Forest Bathing, shrinrin-yoku. It evens you blood pressure and strengthens your cancer fighting white cells. I knew walking in the arboretum was healing. So I drove to the lake and am now breathing in phytoncides. So there.
My appetite remains in force, but although I am as hungry as ever, I am getting picky. In searching for comfort food, all my phobias come to play. Do I want something new? Something cheesy? A cupcake? Who has the best cupcakes? Will they make me fat? Who cares? What kind of void am I really trying to fill? I have a lot of issues to sublimate!
Mmmm fishy creamy...