Last night I was befuddled and achy with a germy coup de'tat taking place in my body (the Monarchy's strict Policy of Health was overthrown quite suddenly in the night.) I couldnt stop thinking about MIL's sauna in Michigan by Lake S., and how nice it would be to be baking in it, sweating out the invaders headquarted within. Too bad there is 14 hours driving time between us, and she's snowbirding in Florida anyway.
But still, the thought was so alluring. . . I couldnt get it out of my head. What to do? With few energy reserves left, I dragged my sad frame upstairs to fill the tub with water just below scalding and added a few drops of Tea Tree Oil - it's 42,000 EIUs (the good stuff.) The air was filled with a soupy steam. I sunk into the water with a bit of "ooh!ah!oh!," applied a face mask, and placed a hot soaked wash cloth on my chest, just like mom used to do when I was five.
The face mask timer was set for seven minutes, and for seven minutes I felt surrounded and infused with minty zephyrs, the kind that let your whole diaphram expand, open your pores and encourage you feel human again. Ah what peace, what tranquility. Who can remember sick when there is this?
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