Treatment started

no need to be flashy. except for my turquoise leisure suit that i wear when possible during this process. We have all concurred, these suits make us feel like a team. They make the green juice more tolerable and add comfort to discomfort, making it all, almost normal.
This is day 4 of the juice feast...dreading more green juice, looking forward to all of the liquid treats. I never knew I'd enjoy miso soup this much. just the paste and hot water. no veggies. i wait for it. cling to it in my mind. knowing that it's available makes one more sip of kale-spinach-celery-cuke-lemon-apple juice a little more bearable. a little.
Yesterday i experienced my first colonic. Comical. Not horrible. Awkward. Informative.
I changed into a gown, got up on the table, turned to my side to welcome 'the speculum', and then turned on my back to start the process. This involves much talk about 'poo' and all things digestive. For your viewing pleasure, there is an educational poster right in front of you, of the colon and what it might look like if it is distorted or sick. This makes me want the return day after day to ward away the chance of this happening to me.
My colonic therapist explains the process and then starts the procedure.
First we fill the lower colon with warm water to relax it. This feels like warmth...with a tube in your ass.
Second we turn up the pressure to do 'fills'. This involves more water and pressure and abdominal massage and the climax of thinking that i am going to poop all over the table.
Apparently this is desired and that is when they decrease the water pressure and allow the 'release'.
At this point i was invited to turn my attention to the 'viewing tube'. Yes folks. the tube that all the poops floats by in. I decided to dive on in and check it out. It was totally gross, but i was slightly removed because it's through a machine and doesn't look connected to me at all. It felt like a video game with points and i wanted to win. The more poop, the more points.
We did more fills and at one point i kind of felt like something was wet where it shouldn't be.
As you can imagine, i was mildly horrified, imagining my own sewage seeping all over the table and my body.
She checked it out and confirmed that the tube had indeed dislodged and we'd have to re-insert.
REALLY?
Luckily, this happened during the filling part and there was only purified water leaking from the tube. THANK GOD.
So, i had the joy of turning over again and welcoming the speculum. What can i say, I've always enjoyed entertaining and consider myself a gracious hostess. She explained that is common and not to feel weird about it. ....OK.
In the end i feel like i got a pretty high score on this round and am somewhat inspired to return. I WILL return mostly because i HAVE to. twice a week. three times is best. but we just don't have time. Aw shucks.
This event is followed by running to the bathroom and 'releasing the rest' or 'shitting your brains out'. At least that's what it feels like. Because you have almost no control over what's happening.
Thankfully most of this process happened while hooked up to the machine. Other members of the team were not so fortunate.

After we were all finished, we returned a la casa and rested and laughed and tried to take our minds off the experience.
Later we were hooked up to multiple IV's as we relaxed in recliners, kombucha in hand, and watched a mediocre chick flick.

So it has begun folks. Really begun.
There has been more rain here in the last 3 days than in the whole of last year. there has also been sun and warmth. This will end soon and it is WAY better than blizzards and ice storms.
today there will be more IV's and other invasive procedures. we will make plans and cookbooks. run errands, assemble the compost bin, and whatever else we discover along the way.

i hope this finds you well and thankful.
xo
i miss my man terribly. or maybe i just appreciate him and look forward to the day when i don't feel like half robot and we can snuggle closely. That day is coming soon. :)but, I'm still sleeping in his t-shirt.