The Last Supper, Il Cenacolo or L’Ultima Cena, Leonardo da Vinci
I ran into one of Dad’s doctors today. They’re hard to catch since as hospitalists they don’t see patients for office visits. He got on the elevator I was using. We both looked at each other as though we’d seen each other before. Then I read his name on his coat and realized that he’d seen Dad in those final weeks. I thanked him for what he did for Dad. I called the case managers who had worked with Dad. Hopefully I can cross paths with the other three doctors and the nurses. Leaving messages is fine if that’s all you’re able to do. It’s nice to be able to thank someone in person.
I eat fast food a few times a week. Today I went through the drive-thru and bought a burger. I took a bite of it while sitting in my car. Somewhere between the taste and the smell a rather curious thought invaded my mind, which was on several other things at the time.
‘This food is dead.’
After staring at the thing for a few seconds, and after a few more bites, I tossed about half. I didn’t feel nauseous. The whole ordeal was just unappetizing.
This was my intuition talking, and I’m listening now. So I guess this means I’ll be fumbling in the direction of a more vegetarian diet. I’m sure my doctors will be pleased, and my body, after many protests, will get on board.
Step one is weaning myself off of fast food. The burgers, the fries, the onion rings, the hush puppies, the cheese curds, the fish, the scrimps, the chicken, the occasional shakes, all of it has to go. Fresher things will have to take its place.
It’s not going to be easy. The cravings will get kinda loud. And I’m sure I’ll slip several times along the way, and that’s okay.
Bless this water.
May it cleanse and nourish.
May it carry with it all which no longer serves.
With gratitude to the elements.
And for the highest good.
So mote it be.