Sunday, September 22, 2013
loving the zealous quarter
Friday night J came home from work a little miserable. "I think I have an abscess " he said poking at his mouth.
"Oh! What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well, I think I have some stuff I can take, and I did some research. I need to run to Walgreens for a syringe so I can inject ..."
At this point I stopped listening.
You're going to inject something into your mouth?? I thought.
"What about the dentist?"
"She'll just want to do a root canal. I think I can fix this on my own. I need to take a few things and do an oil pulling with coconut oil right now."
As soon as something crops up J is at the local health store buying things to knock it out. I've been storing everything he comes home with in the kitchen and dining room, but I am rapidly running out of space. However, we are reaching a point where if one asks for an herbal remedy there's a good chance we have it, or a good substitute for it.
J did his oil pulling, took a whole host of things to fight off infection and headed out. He came home a little disappointed because he couldn't find a syringe, but told me it was fine because he could just get one from the hospital. Of course.
Last night after work J said he needed a special kind of hydrogen peroxide that is only sold at a co-op in Portland. There was no mention of a syringe or what exactly was going to be injected with the syringe so I assumed we were on to the next thing: highly volatile hydrogen peroxide not sold in regular stores. Oh, and, it must be kept cold or it will explode. My first thought was, call the dentist you silly goose but I kept that one to myself and said, "Okay, you're sure you can't buy it nearby?" Oh no, he could not, so off we went to Portland today, cooler and ice packs in hand, to buy the hydrogen peroxide.
And now J is swilling on a very diluted version of that and waiting on results while I wonder when we became people who talk about building our own house so we can have a kitchen with a fermenting cupboard. Well, that's more J's dream. I just want a bigger kitchen so I can fit all of the herbal medicine and gadgets J buys (juicer, food dehydrator, vegetable chopper ...). And I need a bigger bathroom because toothpaste and tooth care is high on the list of interests right now and we only have one little medicine cabinet.
I have to remember that J does all of this - and it's not just about what we eat, or how we care for our teeth - because he loves Bennett and me and wants us to be healthy. This is particularly hard to do when he argues with the saleslady at Stride Rite about proper shoe flexibility while buying new shoes for Bennett (she makes minimum wage and her job is to sell you these shoes, stop arguing!) or when he enthusiastically shares how bad grains are with anyone who will listen (we still eat grains, but we have cut back a lot).
I know I frustrate J sometimes because he comes home bursting with exciting information he's learned and more often than not my response is, "Okay, just tell me what I need to change/buy/do. Will you bring me some ice cream?" And sometimes I get overly sensitive and defensive because I feel like I'm trying my best, but it's still not enough, there will always be something more to change. J sees this as healthy growth while I see it as uncomfortable stretching. It's just one of the ways we process and see the world differently.
At least it keeps life interesting. I never know what J is going to come up with next, or what subject will consume him tomorrow. Learning to embrace the little bit of zealot in J has been interesting and difficult for me, and to be honest I haven't done a great job of it. But if the hydrogen peroxide works for J's abscess we'll take care of you if one crops up. And if you have any questions about grains, or tooth care, or what your optimal diet should be pour yourself a cup of tea (or twelve) and have a good long sit down with J. You'll learn a lot.