It is Friday morning. I’ve just had my first solid poo in over a week. Perfectly formed. 10 out of 10 on the poo scale. It’s going to feel really weird getting back to normality and NOT telling everyone about my bowel movements over the coming days. So I thought you’d just like to celebrate that little moment with me before I sign out. Wish me luck in the real world, with all its foody temptations (I’ll be practising sensory transcendence) and loud bawdy chaos (I’ll be doing my yoga). I think I’ll be alright for now…Amchara and Gozo are still in my heart, my sister’s laughter is still ringing in my ears, and my hydrated cells are dancing all round my body. Life is beautiful.
The End.
