Day 68 - The oatmeal faerie returns

Well... It's Friday night and I'm stuck at the hotel again. I'm frozen again because the heating system sucks here and the area heater is broken. Oh! and I'm juice feasting...right!

I've just spent a good 2 hours looking at raw food porn on goneraw.com and I've also just finished drinking some watermelon juice.... Today was really weird!

I woke up up this morning and discovered I was flaking a lot. I mean... before I started juice feasting, I had to vacuum pretty much everyday or every other day because it was like I lived with an oatmeal faerie who would sprinkle oatmeal flakes all over my apartment. The joys of psoriasis, my friends! Everywhere I went, I'd leave little pieces of Ben-DNA. Around week 1 or 2, I had a massive flake-out and from that point on... I vacuum once a week! I barely flake anymore! Umm... but today I was flaking a lot... I'm not concerned by this at all; I'm actually encouraged by it. I think this might be a sign that I'm hitting a new phase in the healing process. I'm going to help this process along this week by doing an olive oil wrap (more on this later) to loosen the dead flakes of skin that remain...hopefully this will help expose new skin and my body will heal over those open patches with more ease.

I started my day with fruit juice today! It was weird and almost sacrilegious but that's what I wanted... and seeing as I needed to be back in bed for 6PM to nap before work, I thought my two green juices would be best suited for around 5PM and 11PM. It worked! I didn't actually have problems napping before my hotel shift tonight. Way to go intuition!

I started getting ready for work and remembered today is Good Friday; totally forgot that this meant the buses were on a special schedule. Fuuuuuuuck! There was one bus left that could get me downtown at that time of night, and it would have gotten me to work 20 minutes late. So I ran to the main street to get money out of an ATM and subsequently hunt down a cab. I walked to the sketchy area of town to the nearest strip joint where I know there are always cabs waiting. I was right!

I got to work and then had a really drunk prostitute come down from a regular perv's room asking for a cab. She spotted my green juice and parasite formula and we had a wee chat about juice feasting, green smoothies and parasites. She admitted to me that she was an alcoholic and theorized out-loud that maybe I was brought into her life in this moment as a divine intervention to inspire her to get healthy. Whoa. I'm sorry... I'm an atheist and I surely don't think of myself as divine but... you know what... I really do hope I had some sort of positive effect on this really sweet woman. It breaks my heart to see people in these situations. Sigh.

Would it make me hypocritical if I said I drenched my hands in Purell after shaking hands with her (after she left of course)? This is probably the first time since day 1 that I've put some sort of chemical on my skin but... the ex-flight attendant in me was screaming "WASH YOUR HANDS" and the Purell was staring at me with its "kills 99.9% of germs" slogan. :P

Whoa! This is already a huge post!

Today I had:

1.25L water+msm (40ml)+lemon
1.25L Pineapple/Blackberry/Blood orange
1.25L Red grape/blood orange/strawberry
750ml Mix of the above two juices (extra juice that didn't fit in mason jars were combined)
1.25L celery/spinach/cilantro+E3live+kelp+H salt
1.5L watermelon juice
2Tbsp bee pollen+agave
1Tbsp honey
10 Parasite pills (I felt like a junkie taking these)

Today I also did:

Skin Brushing
Zapper (all day-all night)
Lots of R&R

Sleep: 6PM to 9:30PM (no sleep tonight... hotel... will make up for it tomorrow by napping)
TV rule: slacked on that today big time... I had a day off... I figured I could induldge! :)

Jen (the prostitute at the hotel) offered me a cigarette at one point and I had a very intense momentary craving and even considered it for a moment.... but yea 5 seconds later that desire was all gone. I would probably die right now if I had a cigarette! I feel soooo pure right now. I did have a dream 2 nights ago where I smoked (out of peer pressure?) and I felt soooo sad that I had f*cked up the whole juice feast! lol. I woke up feeling so relieved!

... Is it 8am yet? I want to go home!

- Ben