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» bacteria I've got a song in my head and I wish I could hear it.
I'm finally recovering from whatever I came down with over the weekend. It was bad. Bad enough to send me to the emergency room and to take antibiotics. I usually don't take them. I also usually recover from colds and fevers in a day or two. This seems to have been food poisoning though. When you are sick, being healthy seems so wonderful. I find myself missing such simple things like eating solid food and going for a bike ride. I miss being with my friends. I miss waking up and going for a walk on the Berkeley campus. But more than anything I miss that complete lack of concern I feel when I am healthy. I have to remind myself to stop taking my health for granted. Tonight I started taking blood pressure medication. I inherited hypertension from my mother. When people take my blood pressure for the first time, they usually look at the readings and take it again, thinking they must have done something wrong. I've been very nonchalant about caring for my blood pressure. Up until now that is. When I found myself on a gurney in the hallway of the hospital emergency room at 4am, fearing that my kidneys were failing and that my life was about to change into a medical nightmare, I realized what a fool I've been for not taking better care of myself. I know, it sounds dramatic. It turned out to be some sort of food poisining, like I said. But for me, the fear of what could be wrong with me was so strong, it was palpable. My life is, and will continue to undergo some big changes in the next 18 months. Taking care of my body is right up there at the top of my list. And I don't mean going to the health club to get ripped, I mean eating well and getting moderate excersize and beng at peace at least once a day (meditation). Taking care of my body should be pretty simple. The hard part is going to be taking care of my soul.
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