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in eastern medicine, the lungs hold grief ~ June 25, 2002 - 9:01 p.m. today I woke up and my cold had dropped right down into my chest, where it's now sitting like a thousand pounds of dead weight. it's developing into a lovely case of bronchitis, but it's really not so bad, all things considered. I've had sicknesses much worse. just my body doing a little housecleaning. my mother loves to point out that I get sick a lot. she thinks it's because I'm vegan. I always want to argue. I don't think that I get sick a lot at all. but when I look back at the last couple of years, it's true that I've been sick more than usual. of course, a lot of that time has been spent on the road, and living out of my car, and in all kinds of environments, and that will stress your body. and it's true, that from time to time I still smoke pot. and sometimes I smoke a lot of pot. and much as all the hippies will tell you that pot's good for you, I really think that the body needs to cleanse from time to time. last fall, when james and I were smoking ridiculous amounts on a daily basis, and then I quit-- a few weeks later I got really sick, and I was actually coughing up black stuff. I mean, that's just not good. and I guess that's one of the reasons I sometimes feel mildly guilty about picking it up again. and this is something I really need to sit down and write about one of these days, when I have a little more energy than I do tonight. but the presence of pot in my life is something that I'm learning about, right now. I put a lot of limits on myself. it's something I only do when I'm off the mountain, and mainly only on the weekends, and not at all some weekends. and I look at the situations in which I pick it up, think about what it means to me. it's an exploration. because I know that at some point, I'm going to have to walk away from it. this is one of those message-from-the-universe things that I've gotten over and over again. but I'm being gentle with myself about the fact that I'm not quite there yet. there's more to be said about all that, but it will wait for another time. in the spirit of being gentle with myself, I'm going to take my sick girl self off to bed.
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