By 10 am at the
But another surprise awaited me in the tent. I had a new air mattress (which didn’t smell at all – the Big Agnes brand boasts no VOC’s) but it didn’t occur to me that the clean, smelly plastic container in which we had our blankets and pillows stored could have a detrimental impact. How foolish I was! Within a few hours, I awakened from slumber all congested and with an acid stomach.
One of these days I will learn to be prudent. But how? I don’t want to walk around thinking of everything as a potential danger! I remember in the past, when I first identified gluten as a food sensitivity, how I’d often take a little taste of bread or cookie. Eventually I learned that the only thng that works for me is 100% compliance with a gluten free diet. I have less control with the air I breathe, so hopefully I’ll become less sensitive. That is my goal. If biomarkers like MMP-9 (general inflammation) don’t drop down on their own, I have several choices for medical intervention.
For now, a heightened sensitivity seems to be crucial to the healing process. It is the barometer of my inner guidance telling me what to avoid. And it is truly a wonder and a gift! In the past, I’d get sick hours, sometimes days after an offending exposure or food with no idea of what was contributing to my misery. This left me feeling powerless to have any control over my body. Now, I can maintain some illusion of control, which helps me to experience my own power. As I remove myself from those things that trigger symptoms, I feel myself getting stronger, more energetic, and increasingly clear about what I need to do next to move ahead on my healing journey.
This morning at Bonny Lake State Park in eastern CO, I woke up feeling rested and enjoyed a splendid sunrise over a landscape of rolling fields of yucca and sage and grass. I felt so good I wanted to take a walk, but by the time I got back to the tent, I was quite tired, and had chest pain from the inability of my body to adjust to the high altitude (4200 feet).
After a short rest, we headed west to Denver, but I kept getting worse. Then I added insult to injury by sitting inside my cousin's house -- she has a cat and, it turns out, a moldy carpet in her bathroom which has been that way for over 3 months. My nose has been running nonstop ever since.