well, you see, it all started with a trampoline...
as you may or may not be aware of, i've been a sickly little girl for quite some time now. haunted by some unknown illness, a fatherly friend made mention of how jumping rope, or on a trampoline, does well to loosen the toxins in your body so that you can get rid of them.
well, this seemed like a fine idea, and quite a bit of fun, as well! so i went out and bought a trampoline and set it in my living room, since we didn't really have a secure yard. and i jumped. and jumped. to the smooth sounds of 80s rock. and a bit of five iron and rocket summer. and i did quasi-splits, and poses, and twirled around as i jumped in the air. it was a great time.
and it worked! i could feel as the nastiness that was inside of me moving around, having been yanked from their stronghold in my body. but alas, it was not enough. for, while they were no longer preventing me from being able to breathe, the strange illness made its way to my head, and other parts of my lungs, and i was practically incapacitated.
i couldn't stand for longer than 5 minutes. moving hurt. speaking hurt. i nearly needed a wheelchair to get to my car. it was all i could do to move my eyes and look at people when they spoke to me. and all i wanted was a bowl of soup. but to my dismay there was none in my house. or the houses of any friends.
this brings us to another story, a story about a licenseless hero who took care of me despite never finding any soup. eventually i recovered, and all was well. but for that sunday, it seemed as though i was done for. i've never been so sick before ever. not even when i thought i had anthrax.
which, incidentally, did happen while i was traveling. this did not. but it was equally scary.
i was also almost hit by a car a couple weeks ago. that wouldn't have killed me, but it would have made me really upset.
as you may or may not be aware of, i've been a sickly little girl for quite some time now. haunted by some unknown illness, a fatherly friend made mention of how jumping rope, or on a trampoline, does well to loosen the toxins in your body so that you can get rid of them.
well, this seemed like a fine idea, and quite a bit of fun, as well! so i went out and bought a trampoline and set it in my living room, since we didn't really have a secure yard. and i jumped. and jumped. to the smooth sounds of 80s rock. and a bit of five iron and rocket summer. and i did quasi-splits, and poses, and twirled around as i jumped in the air. it was a great time.
and it worked! i could feel as the nastiness that was inside of me moving around, having been yanked from their stronghold in my body. but alas, it was not enough. for, while they were no longer preventing me from being able to breathe, the strange illness made its way to my head, and other parts of my lungs, and i was practically incapacitated.
i couldn't stand for longer than 5 minutes. moving hurt. speaking hurt. i nearly needed a wheelchair to get to my car. it was all i could do to move my eyes and look at people when they spoke to me. and all i wanted was a bowl of soup. but to my dismay there was none in my house. or the houses of any friends.
this brings us to another story, a story about a licenseless hero who took care of me despite never finding any soup. eventually i recovered, and all was well. but for that sunday, it seemed as though i was done for. i've never been so sick before ever. not even when i thought i had anthrax.
which, incidentally, did happen while i was traveling. this did not. but it was equally scary.
i was also almost hit by a car a couple weeks ago. that wouldn't have killed me, but it would have made me really upset.
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