Hail My Symptoms

Well, I'm feeling under the weather today. Swine flu, I think. Again. Third time this year. I'm feverish, body aches, severe runny nose, sneezing, not sneezing but feeling like I have to (hate that), and slight chills.

But it just reminds me that my symptoms are welcome. Yes, welcome--thank god for symptoms--because they are my body's way of protecting me from dangerous microorganisms.

The fever increases my body temperature to a level not safe for many microbes. The runny nose, sneezing, and cough expel any unwanted germ from my mucous membranes, where they like to attach before invading. The chills and body aches are the environment's response to the ongoing war between my immune system and the invaders it's fighting. Think of it as the beating any battlefield takes during wartime--Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima, a Sumo dohyō, you get it.

I'm not generally a drug-taking guy. Saying that, I will take a med if it's useful to me at the time. So, you all remember when I cracked my tooth a year ago? Motrin'd it. Didn't mess around--I was hurtin' big time. Then there was the time I had appendicitis. Morphine'd it. Thank goodness for narcotics--they're useful, no doubt. But I don't run to antibiotics, or cold medicine, or anything like that when I'm sick because I'm really of the belief that the body knows what to do and when to do it--it has an incredible innate inteligence directing it. And I'm confident in my body's Innate Intelligence to handle most things that come its way.

So I'm celebrating my innate ability to heal by embracing my body's symptoms. I'm at work today and everybody coming in knows my status. If they are freaked out about it, they are not required to stay. I wash my hand one thousand times a day, anyway...but I double that when I'm symptomatic.

Anyway, I kind of value the times when I feel under the weather, because, frankly, it allows me to get some much needed rest, so I ain't complaining. Five more hours and I'll get to become more intimate with my bed.

My Gift to My Family

As I've been keeping you all updated, Delilah, my daughter, has been sick. She's got a nasty cold, the one that many of you have probably had, too; you know, runny nose, incessant cough, fever. She has been better--that is, no fever--but the cough has been waking her (and us) at night. She sometimes coughs so much that she throws up. Much of that, I think is because she doesn't yet know how to blow her nose or clear her bronchioles, so she's swallowing all the mucus. When she vomits (it's more like an upchuck) it's a mucousy spittle.

Anyway, yesterday was pretty bad in that she hadn't slept but a few hours. The cough kept her up most of the night--it was awful. Since I hadn't adjusted her in awhile, I thought I'd check her neck. I had her turn her head left, then right--she had way more movement to the right. So we laid her down, and she struggled a bit. I told her that if she'd let me adjust her I would take her to Barnes and Noble at the Grove and we'd get that Gordon the Express Train from the Thomas the Tank Engine series. She let me. Bribery works really well, I've found.

So I went ahead and set her up, neck turned all the way to the left (see picture above), and with a quick move--crack!!!--her neck blasted, louder than I've ever heard in a child. Then came the tears. But I just reminded her of Barnes and Noble at the Grove, and of Gordon, and the crying lasted for all of about...oh, ten seconds.

I don't know if the chiropractic adjustment made her cold any better--her nose is still running today (anyway, that's health in my opinion, but that's another blog post, altogether)--but I'll tell you what happened immediately, she started getting sleepy, and shortly thereafter, she crashed. She stayed asleep for about three hours. And when she woke up, no runny nose, great appetite, very playful--I was psyched, to say the least.

Like I said, she's still battling the cold. Her nose is a little runny, and she coughed a bit last night; but it didn't keep her up. She got her Gordon the Express Train, and there were lots of smiles along with it. And she got her atlas (C1 vertebra) adjusted, which, cold or no cold, is good for her health. I'm so happy I have this gift to give to my family.