In which Silver Kitty goes to the hospital

Silver Kitty is sick and is in the hospital. She’s having some digestive issues. These are issues she’s had before; this is a flare up of a chronic illness. On the way back from the hospital, we talked about her course of treatment. One of the first things she had to undergo today was an enema. She’d probably be annoyed that I’m writing this, if she weren’t a cat.

Silver kitty on a stool above a brown floor

You’d think I just told her Santa wasn’t real. Instead, I told her she needed a to have an x-ray

While discussing her treatments, we tangented off into a conversation about cleanses. A few years ago, a friend of mine did a cleanse where she ate nothing but apples and gave herself nightly colon cleanings. She had very clear skin following her cleanse. I can’t say it really did anything else for her. I did the leek cleanse from French Women Don’t Get Fat. I did not last the full 48 hours. I get very mean when I’m hungry. Also, I find it hard to concentrate when I’m hungry, which is a huge problem since I make my living doing things that require concentration and focus.

I thought about cleanses while I was watering my plants this evening. I really enjoyed reading French Women Don’t Get Fat. I remember liking the book when I first read it, but I can’t say that I remember much of the details, aside from the boiled leeks and a recipe for chicken cooked in champagne. Thinking back on it now, I feel like the answer might be obvious and may not rest entirely in the individual choices of French women compared to the individual choices of American women. I feel like the French have built their cities and towns in a way that walking is easy way to get from place to place (and a socially acceptable way). I feel like they’ve also invested in mass transit and universal health care. Perhaps the French have easier access to fruits and veg. All of those seem like things that we do together as a society and not things we do individually.

This is something I would like to think on more, but right now I’ve got a sick cat to worry about.

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