In honor of my current state of chelating mind, which bears a striking resemblance to my mind during weekends in college, and also because yesterday I threw some really nasty exercise clothes into the wash, I thought I'd share a college story with you.
At college, some chick that grew up with pal convinced us both to join the crew team. After spring break when we got back to the frozen tundra of upstate NY our novice crew coach went out in a motorized row boat and chopped up the biggest ice flows which blocked our path from the inlet where the boat house was to the lake so that us girls could hop into the shell and row our way out into the almost clear of melting ice lake. There were 25 girls on novice crew, and since most days someone stayed home to nurse a hang over didn't show up for one reason or another it worked out perfectly because there are 8 rowers in a boat, and 3 boats would go out and practice. However, this one day right after spring break there had been no good partied the night before all 25 girls showed up to row. The coach told one girl to sit in his motorized row boat, and the rest of us took our seats. Since the way we girls got to boat house was running, and since we were about to have a vigorous workout in the boat, we left some of our warmer layers of upstate NY winter exercise clothing in the boat house. I was fine, nice and warm, rowing away for about half an hour and then the coach (who I happened to kind of hate, which was mutual, I am sure) made me switch with the girl in the row boat in the middle of the lake. Fine. I did it, she rowed away and I sat in the row boat for half of an hour with hardly any clothes on as my sweat froze dried to my skin. By the time we got back to the ice flow covered inlet at the end of practice, I was frozen stiff, literally. So when I stood to get out of the row boat and onto the dock, I found myself caught with one foot on the dock and one foot in the row boat, numb and unable to move as I unintentionally pushed the row boat away from the dock. Naturally, I ended up falling into the lake between the ice bergs. Did you know that if you fall into a frozen lake it feels like you have been burned? Well, I got out of the water, run/stumbling (screaming in pain) and stripping my way to the boat house, where the men's coach happened to be fixing some equipment. He escorted a down to my bra and undies me to the bathroom where he attempted to warm me with warm water soaked discarded boys crew team clothes. Then he found some dry discarded boys (because girls don't leave clothes in the boat house) clothes, I put them on and got into the van to go home, where I spent about 45 minutes in the shower doing two things. First I had to not pass out because of the burning frozen skin pain. Then once I had crossed the "will stay conscious despite the pain" line, I had to scrub off the stench of the boys clothes. Gag. Anyway, I thought about those stinky college boy clothes when I picked up my own pile of somewhat ripe gym clothes.
Wow, long story, no point.
Anyway, I'm going through some kind of freakish odyssey here with the whole heavy metal detox. Sometimes I feel totally stoned. I'm not complaining, as long as I can make Matt do the driving. It's actually safer that way. Tomorrow I am going to shop for bar mitzvah clothes. That should be a fun thing to do wasted. The last time I shopped wasted I'm sure that pal came home from Woolworth's with a choo choo train comforter that he used right up until we graduated college. Good times. Yeah, those were the days.
My new symptom of the day is a metallic taste coming from the back of my throat. Not yummy. Kind of nasty.
I'm going vegetarian to give my kidneys a break. I've been having referred kidney pain in my back, that both the cranial sacral therapist keeps trying to help me over and the chiro assures me means my kidney's are merely working overtime and not that they are failing, (low dose chelation!!) but still I feel like I should do whatever I can to lighten the load while my poor little kidneys are filtering out 45 years of heavy metal exposure. I wonder if growing up 2 blocks from a con edison plant has anything to do with this. Chiro says I might never know where my exposure came from. I don't like not knowing.
I'm thinking that being faux stoned or in a fog for Evan's big day might be a bad idea, so if this is still not resolved by then I am going to take some time off that weekend and be clear headed, if that is even still possible. It's been so long. Not even sure I can feel sharp.
I am cold now after reading your story. Yikes! Hearing about your chelation therapy makes me think I really need to get these old fillings out of my mouth. It scares me to think about all of the toxins in our bodies. I bet you are going to feel so much better once this process is done. Hang in there and letting others drive sounds like a good idea.
Posted by: Kat | March 27, 2010 at 04:33 PM