The Fog

Usually when the road is foggy we can switch on our fog lights. Sometimes though the battery hasn't enough juice.
I am recovering from parasites. I know this is very personal to share but Hey! this is a road trip.
It struck me as interesting that i wrote a blog about parasites and leeches before. Now I have experienced both literally (as well symbolically).
Was I asking for this?
I am grateful for this most recent health issue. As grateful was I for the small fella that attached itself to my arm and helped itself to a drink (a whole new twist to "the drinks are on me").
The physical symptoms were not too alarming. Sensations of nausea,low energy,weight loss and of course the most obvious.
I became increasingly low of mood and thought. I wrapped myself up in my Star quilt and withdrew.
One night I grew so tired of this and finally prayed one night to my father. Tears were shed.
My stubbornness caved and gave way to the acceptance I had to seek the help of western medicine. I hadn't been to see a doctor since I was around 8yrs old. it was a big step for me and so I went.
Tests were done and then the doctor asked if I wanted the name of the parasite so I could look it up on the internet. Of course I did. If something had decided to hitch a ride inside me I wanted to at least be on first name terms.
My reward for taking action was some medicine that made my head pound.
But.
That was a passing phase and soon I received the real gift.
The Fog Lifted.
My eyes got their sparkle back.
Color flushed my skin.
Joy to share in conversation returned.
To was mentioned to me about the symbolism of myself having parasites.
I agreed.
It does not merely imply outside parasites (of which there are always many) but also my own. the things that held me back. Robbed me of my nourishment.
Life can be full of tests and none more hidden than our own self inflicted.
Do we live with them or take action to cleanse ourselves.
I know when our bodies are injured we can protect that area by not fully using it. Sometimes we have to. But. Not forever. Maybe fear grows from the injury or comfort? An excuse even, for us not to fully extend ourselves.
Anyway, I am alert, alive and nourished now. I thank the millions of parasites that took a ride with me for a while on this road trip. But. Enough's enough and I had to open the door and kick them out.
The ride is lighter and the road ahead is clearer now the fog has lifted.