Uuuggghhh... my immune system let me down. I got the stomach bug on Saturday when we came off lockdown and have been on the bunk or the toilet since. I did have a nice break Sunday, but just when I thought it was gone, it reared its ugly head.Saturday was miserable. I never threw up but did just about everything else. To ease the pain, I ate and drank nothing, save water, keeping all food out of my belly. I searched for something that would flush my system, but came up empty. Then an idea came to me: coffee is a diuretic and cocoa is a laxative. If I mix a super-strong syrupy cup, maybe I'll be cleared up in a few hours. I drank everything - mud in a cup - several hours before going to sleep and could feel it moving through my system. Once it was out, I went to sleep and woke up feeling much better.
I thought I had conquered the bug with the coffee-cocoa one-two punch, so when my folks came to visit late Sunday, I ate my normal junk food fix. Later that night, I shared a prison pizza with Alan, made with beans, Ramen, corn chips and hot sauce. Bad ideas! Both of them!
Monday I was bunk-bound again. This time I was not rushing anything. It was crackers and water only for this sickee. I let the bug decide when to let up and, even then, allowing it extra time to do it.
One thing that has come to mind is that these nasty insides are really who I am. I often find myself viewing the guys around me as idiots who can't even think about doing any kind of good. Really, I'm the same way; we all are. We are all completely hopeless to do good without God's help, Christ's salvation, and the Holy Spirit inside us. This ickiness has been a good reminder of what i was and also how the guys around me can change. I guess it's not all that bad.
* Francis Bacon
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