My Miraculous Boring Life
Sometimes it hits me like a freight train, the realization of how big a crater mercury poisoning gouged out of my life. I was just minding my business the other morning, opening up the medicine cabinet, getting out the deodorant, admiring my newly-waxed armpits. I was thinking about summer and bathing suits and cute little tank tops, when I was pulled up short.
There was something wrong. I could see bruises. Lots of them.
All over my armpit there were irregularly-shaped tiny wine-dark bruises. I checked quickly. They were on the other side too.
My heart fell into my boots. What could have caused this to come on so swiftly? They hadn’t been there the day before, when I’d been at the salon getting the waxing done. It wasn’t a reaction to the wax, I went all the time and this had never happened before. There was only one thing it could be.
In a few seconds my life unraveled. It’s starting up again, I thought. I’m sick. I have to get back on ALA right now. Mercury’s done something to my blood. I have to drop everything and focus my life on fixing this. Chelation, herbs, cleanses, supplements. But will that be enough? Should I go to the doctor too? What if it’s too late? What if I’m going to die?
Seriously, all of that ran through my head before I had the sense to poke at one of the ‘bruises’ and feel how sticky it was. I picked at it with my fingernail and it peeled right off. It was wax.
Duh, the ‘bruises’ were little blobs of wax that had been left behind during my beauty treatment, and the wine-colored sweatshirt I’d worn home had left a very convincing bruise-colored fuzz where the fibers had stuck to the wax.
I gasped in relief. I was saved. I wouldn’t have to give up my life. Nothing was lost.
My brain reeled itself back from the doomsday scenario, and before my eyes, restored ordinary reality. The life that moments before I considered normal and boring was handed back to me in beautiful little packages. I could still go on all the fun trips I had planned for the summer. I could eat regular foods, I wouldn’t have to live on some extreme cleansing diet nobody had ever heard of. I could continue to work. I could continue my life. I wouldn’t have to step back from everyone I loved and retreat into the bunker to fight an invisible war against mercury for the next two years.
I had to ask myself, How much do I take this incredible life for granted? Even me, someone who has fought so hard for this, how can I take my health as a given?
But like I said, these moments come along every now and then and hit me like a freight train. And I remember that nothing is certain, and every day that I think and walk and work and feel and live this ‘boring’ life is nothing short of a miracle.