Pity Me
I remember a few years back as I was dealing with another strange new diagnosis, that I asked my husband through tear filled eyes … “Why?! Why is this happening to me? I take such good care of myself. I eat well, I meditate, I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs. Why do I get such strange diseases?” He answered with a smile concealed by his beard but felt in his intonation, “It is BECAUSE you take such good care that the ordinary ailments don’t stand a chance.” His words echoed along the curves of my hippocampus this morning, as we drove to the Doctor’s office to once again embark on a new symptom that was literally taking over my body inch by inch!
You would think after so many years of bizarre symptoms and unheard of syndromes that I would have accepted this mission statement to explore strange new worlds and boldly go where no one has gone before. But the fact is despite all of my Zen, I am still illogical when it comes to this voyage of space and time.
It’s one thing to understand on an intellectual level that our story of who we are is a conceptual illusion. But when we are in the throes of a body reaction, the neural rut of our conditioned insular cortex seems to go on auto-pilot and we are once again locked into our habitual patterns.
By design, it is what minds do. The problem of course is not the nature of the mind, but the belief that somehow the mental concepts define what you are.
Pity me? No! Pityriasis! The good news from the Doctor today is that the skin condition is called Pityriasis Rosea. It is self-limiting and will resolve on its own in a matter of 6-8 weeks. Whoo hoo!! So I guess the only bikini I’ll be wearing this summer will be on Yoville – where creating the story of your life is the name of the game!
