…another trip to the doctor and more antibiotics. Sigh.
I was volunteering not too long ago, and was reading on tape. The book I was reading was recommended by another reader — a book by Suzanne Somers. This guy said “You remember that show she was on — it was fluff. This book, though, it’s got substance. She survived breast cancer and has lots of good stuff to say.” So, I thought it was her biography or something. Au contraire. It is her southern California advice on staying young with human growth hormone injections, other hormone replacement therapy, some weird cream you rub on the skin over your liver to help get the toxins out, etc. She talks about how healthy she is, and gives you a sample day, beginning at 6am after sleeping for 9 hours. Her yoga instructor then comes over for an hour yoga lesson, and then for breakfast she has (this was so incredible to me that I wrote it down so I could quote verbatim) “Two fried organic eggs sitting on top of a nest of crispy browned fried onions, sauteed organic chicken sausage, and yummy sliced heirloom tomatoes topped with a drop of olive oil, basil pesto and a little bit of crumbled feta.”
As in my last post, this advice is not that helpful. If I had the time to sleep 9 hours every night, then take a yoga class, rub cream on my liver and make a bird’s nest for breakfast, I’d probably be pretty healthy, too.
Hopefully, some time in Delaware, across the street from a sod farm, eating scrapple, will do much the same thing.