Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity. – Hippocrates
I feel kinda bad because I haven’t been writing lately, but I think I needed a break. And what better way to lose your enthusiasm for writing, training, and life, then to get poison ivy!
I’m telling you, God must have been in a bad mood when he laid that plant under our feet. I mean, seriously, I don’t even have it that bad and there’s been a few moments when I’ve felt like permanent scars may not be a bad option.
The last week has been especially tough because I don’t “have” to go into an office. It’s been very easy to sulk and feel sorry for myself.
Things can be going just great, but if you get poison ivy, every thought in your brain is laser focused on how to get rid of it. I’m telling you, I was in the downtown library flipping through medicine journals from everyone from Hippocrates to Ben Carson. Most of that shit was over my head, but Hippocrates was a smart dude.
I’ve taken baths in apple cider vinegar, gone to psychics, and spread baking soda paste over my body. Nothing seems to work, other then time, and occasionally Witch Hazel.
I ran a few times, but it kinda flared things up, so I started to think of my plight in terms of a mandatory rest. Maybe it’s just time I need to chill, sit in meditation, and realize that there are much worse things than a little itch in your life.
Workouts have suffered, but I did get my tires and bike trainer set up tonight, so maybe tomorrow is the day. There’s nothing like a little time off to get your juices flowing again. Maybe all of this is what they mean when they talk about God’s mysterious plan.