Today, after I was out of bed, and my Mom gave me the detox I take each morning for my urinary tract health. I listen to a 20 minute rosary and then she gives me my Ceylon cinnamon also for my urinary tract health.
Having my detox first thing in the morning is a little bit much. It tastes like Albuterol. I have to take it with hot water. But the Ceylon cinnamon it was a little bit MORE than a little bit much.
Thinking about it, my Mom is my apothecary. She mixes all of my naturopathic/preventative things that it seems I will take for the rest of my life!
This morning, she hands me my one cup measuring cup that has the cinnamon and just a little bit of water with it. I have to stare at it for a moment because I’m still trying to wake up.
It takes me a moment to brace myself for this disgusting ‘mouthful of dirt’ that I’m going to have to swallow. It’s no longer really hot like it was when I first tasted it but I have been having this ‘mouthful of dirt’ for so long now. And for the rest of my life it seems.
Today, she looked at me and watched me brace myself before I took the shot of cinnamon water. As I drank it all down, she told me that I was hard-core! She puts a little bit of water in the measuring cup after I drink it, so as to get the residual cinnamon in the cup. Once I drank that down, I looked at her and said, “Of course I am! Look who my Parents are!”
She just kind of smiled in agreement as I started saying my next rosary to wait to drink my nutrition shake.