Out of Rehab, Into The Fire

damnit

Damnit

DAMNIT!


I know I've sworn off the Three C's (Chocolate, Coffee, Curry), and observence of that rule along with better diet and supplements have helped me to stay tonsilities-free for 15 weeks. However, I had a cup of Milo for breakfast yesterday, and by evening I felt uncomfortable. And when I woke up this morning I have full-blown fever and sore throat. And yes, I'm blaming the mild Milo for all this.

Of course, the most important question must be, "Why did I even attempt Milo?" You see, 15 weeks without sore throat is a kind of achievement for me. When I was around 16 or 17, I would actually get sore throat 2 weeks at a time, which was probably as long as the antibiotic lasted. So yes, I'd actually have antibiotics in my blood stream for months at a time.

But I've gotten so far (15 weeks!) and I even managed to donate blood a few times (you can't donate blood for 2 weeks after an antibiotic course) over the past years. And last weekend when I went to the temple for the camp, I did have Milo AND rich peanut butter. Even when coupled with the tough schedule and inevitable H20 deprivation, I didn't get sore throat, not even a tingle of it.

So I decided against my better judgement and had Milo, just to slowly move out of my self-imposed rehab. I was thinking, since I survived so long, maybe the 'plague' is gone and I can slowly reintroduce all those foods I love.

I should have realized that I didn't have the protection of Bodhisattvas and guardian Devas here in my room, unlike at the temple. Yes, call me a religious fanatic if you want, but I believe such forces exist, especially when we stay in a holy place.

Therefore, I want to declare that I will never voluntarily have any of the Three C's till the end of this life. Sad, but necessary.