Poo. Or more specifically diarrhoea. That shit is awful. Literally. Figuratively. All the things. Straight after you've had diarrhoea you no longer trust your body. You don't know what's going to happen if you put food in. Will it come straight back out? Will I get any warning? Why is this happening to me?
We certainly take our bodies for granted, or at least I do. I have an expectation that it's just going to work as it should; if I ask it to do a task it can complete it with ease. That's what my body has always done.
Right now, I'm in a physically, vocally, and energetically demanding show (you might have heard of it, it's called the Play That Goes Wrong, touring nationally). Add on top of that the psychological need to do well, and I am wanting a lot from myself. Only now that I am asking so much of my body am I becoming truly aware of it.
So when your body is injured on isn't functioning at its' peak, it is like it has betrayed you. How could it leave you at your moment of need?
What have I learnt from all of this? The need to be gentle. The need to check in and monitor and show a loving care for oneself, not just pushing or demanding and asking it to respond. It's a work in progress.