My body’s weak and so is my spirit. Fear follows like a threatening shadow piercing at times like an electric bolt. When my body does things I have no control over or don’t understand, instead of fleeing it like I once did, I go deep, curious to its discomfort and how to proceed.
I’ve taken antibiotics throughout my life, whenever needed, no problem. With dental surgery I was given Amoxicillin to prevent an infection. A dangerous complication can be caused in the colon because the drug wipes out all good bacteria. It did, causing a severe inflammation, general malaise and constant pain.
I put myself on a clear liquid diet, hating the thought of a doctor. On day three I called her. By the time she saw me she thought I was recovering but said it would take a while. I felt so sick I really thought I’d end up in the hospital by the end of day. Her words were encouraging and wiped off some of the fear.
Yesterday I finally was able to get off the couch, put my heating pad away, and walk the meadow to enjoy the sunshine. Flowers had exploded in only a few days. They stood there proud in their beauty but had no one to enjoy them. Their loveliness permeated my being along with abounding sweet scents.
At the rose bush I collected blossoms in a basket to dry inside but couldn’t resist throwing pink petals in the air like confetti on my way down the path filled with clover and bees. The lush grass cushioned my feet. Recovery is slow but occurring and I’m home.