from July 2014
My body and I have been in a relationship for as long as I can remember – it wasn’t all smooth sailing! At first I wanted to exert my dominance – make it “tow the line”. After all my requests that it stay up most of the night, consume vast amounts of alcohol, co-operate in exuberant partying then be ready, bright and mentally tuned for college next day were surely reasonable?
But every so often it would rebel, refusing to do anything but burn up all my reserves of energy in a temper throwing fever, or gush them into the nearest toilet.
In later days I called a truce, (after all we’re playing on the same team aren’t we?) It became a “scratch my back” (with a healthy diet and eight hours of sleep) “and I’ll scratch yours” by supplying endless energy to chase around after a bunch of kids…
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