I won't burden you with details, but I came down with food poisoning last night. A rough six hours, but it was the cleanup that was most vexing.
Willpower alone does little to restrain a stomach in rebellion. I do know that hypnosis can get amazing results; my psychologist husband helps people prepare for chemo, etc., using clinical hypnosis. He mentioned this morning that this episode was an opportunity to "work on" my sensitivities. I did not press him for details. Wasn't feeling bold.
I do know that it's possible to desensitize to a smell. Living in Varanasi, India, doing research for Sister India, I found that I "forgot" the smell of the riverbank funeral pyres.
And yet a bad smell is an astonishingly tough adversary. Even rioters can be dispersed by the truly potent stink bomb.
I may just decide to be a wuss in this particular aspect of life, unless I hit a persistent need to do otherwise.
