10/20/09 More Flu . . . Bionic Cat is brave

This is the beginning of my new blog--Finding the Fountain of Youth. It's a pathway that I've been on for a long time. I have read and heard so many of the great yogic masters say that the human body can be strong and healthy until at least 250 years of age.

It's ironic that I'm starting this blog in the midst of my virus drama. I have been struggling with the HiNi for what seems like forever. On September 9th I went onto an antibiotic for what I thought was a sinus infection--and maybe it was. I don't opt for Western Meds easily, I believe the body can heal itself, but I really wanted to go to Chicago to spend time with Prem--a great yogic Saint. He has been coming to Chicago for 12 years. People have been saying that he won't come to America again. I love him a lot and wanted to spend as much time with him as possilbe.

I felt a lot better on the Z pack and thought I had put the drama behind me. MKate, Luke and I went for Prem's birthday celebration, and had an amazing time.

Back in Indy, I knew that I wanted to see Prem once more--especially since he was probably not coming back to the States. When Luke and I looked at his shedule, we realized that if we wanted to spend more time with Prem we'd have to go back to Chicago on 9/26, 9/27. I knew I wasn't at the top of my game health wise but . . . I decided to go anyway.

I was standing at the top of a staircase in the Dave's home, where Prem stays when he comes to Chicago. I asked him if I could come back one more time to say a last good bye. He looked at me with that penetrating gaze that he has, and he said, " Take care of your health." So that said it all. I wouldn't be coming back to Chicago. And I was going to face a health challange.

O.k. It's 10/20 and I'm still struggling with the HiNi. I went back to work last week--reduced hours. I thought thank God it's over. Then we had the party for Bobby's 50th and I stayed up too late, ate too much rich food. And the next day, we ate dinner with with the kids at Amber Indian. And then I ate Indian left overs the next day . . .

Last night. I spend most of the time in the bathroom. I woke up with a fever and misery. Finally I took Pepto-Bismol and moved out of the bathroom. But I was tired. Really tired.

The B cat came in anyway to give me my computer lesson. After he left, I fell asleep.

More on the virus drama tomorrow.