There’s one computer here and the E, M, N, O, L A, and S are barely visible on the keyboard. Last night dinner was sprouts. Mung sprouts, adzuki sprouts, clover sprouts, sunflower sprouts, radish sprouts, and my favorite, broccolli sprouts. Breakfast is cucumber juice. Snacks are a green juice combo. Wheatgrass — which you crank out yourself in a little hut called the Wheatgrass Room — is taken twice a day. No more than two ounces. Lunch is more sprouts. And salad and dulse and olives. Today we’ll learn to give ourselves enemas and implant our own wheatgrass. By implant I mean: shooting it up your butt.
And today they took blood and bloodpressure. Tomorrow I meet with the doctor here. The best part — aside from the balmy weather — is the pool area. There’s a big heated pool, a small salted floaty pool, a hot tub and a cold pool. Last night I floated on my back with yellow floaty noodles under me and stared at the stars and the moon and no one was around. And saw two racoons around our house. And now, my internet time is about to be up — fierce competition for computer time.
I’d say about 40 percent of the people here have cancer. It’s weird to be somewhere that’s about health, not cancer specifically and see so many people with it. I haven’t been too chatty about my condition just yet but I figure the baldness preempts explaination to a certain degree.
Anyway. Peace, love, and wheatgrass.
V.
