Hallelujah for figs! BB had figs. And they helped. TREMENDOUSLY. But she figured it out only now.
Two days ago, in the middle of a toothache, I got this panicky call from her, BB saying she was so scared she might die. "Why? You looked okay the last time I saw you. What happened?" I asked. She said a little while ago she almost passed out in the loo having a vision of herself on a funeral pyre because she saw lots of red in the water. She was crying hysterically thinking she might die of a shock induced heart attack and hoped her neighbors would check on her since they would not see her taking her dog for a walk.
I told her to calm down. It is okay. These things happen.
She said she was calling because she was calm. When she stopped crying she brought out a trusty cotton bud, stuck it up her ***, and checked, and it was red but lumpy so she performed a sniff test if you please, and remembered she had had lasagna for lunch, prune and cranberry juice for breakfast, red wine and chicken tikka masala for dinner three days ago.
That episode led to a cleansing after years.
She says it was those figs her neighbor gave to her. "They're great. And taste better than Isabgol."
- SDG
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