Yesterday I was a zombie.
There is no other way to explain it. The 3rd night of the detox involved an almost sleepless night with a brain that would not shut up. I have never had that many ideas flying through my head at once, none of which involved a moment of genius or epiphanies. They were just those really random thoughts about things that happened, things that were going to happen (according to my brain) and about my present state of mind, with my brain asking casually, "hey, you're still awake! cool! lets chat!" And to add icing on top of his mix of insanity, I started to feel nauseous. That nausea you feel when you're not sure whether to get up and stand near the toilet just in case, or just lie there and try and ignore it. It didn't go away either!
In Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), they believe that the energy in each organ of our bodies have a 2 hour peak period and people who have symptoms repeatedly occur at the same time should check their organ clock.
When I was nauseous, I knew what time it was without even having to look at the clock (but I did look just to check). It was 3.02am. Coincidence that the liver is between 1am and 3am?
I somehow managed to function through my naturopathic student clinic without seeming too zombie-like (it helped not having to be the leading practitioner for the consults I was in), but the rest of the day was a write-off. Home on the couch to watch The Sound of Music with some detox comfort food...
spelt crackers with hommus, avocado, tuna, lime juice & cracked pepper
Back to my old non-zombie again today. I'm going to miss my Friday night pizza tonight... and the AFL grand final tomorrow, oh dear god, I'll have to watch it sober! Wheres the humanity???
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