Here it is day 59, and as I made my way downstairs I had a slight feeling of unease.
By the time the first breathing was over, a softball size ball of nausea settled in my belly on the left side.
It stayed there making all the poses harder to maintain, and caused me to sweat harder, literally drenched in what felt like a fever breaking moisture.
I was so happy to lie down, even though I was able to do all standing postures, some were sickly looking and feeling.
When I did the poses on my belly I felt I was squishing that ball, and compressing it reducing it in size.
As I came out of the first Fixed-Firm there was a cramp like stitch on that side, and by the second one, the nausea ball was gone, fever broke, me more or less normal, but spent.
I marvel at the body’s capabilities to do yoga, feel nauseated and breathe. And I am thrilled I can be with nausea ball and do yoga anyway.
In the past, all it would take is the teeniest discomfort and I would hang it up, put it down, stop it, and go lay down.
Instead of using nausea or any discomfort as a blocking point, I am using it as a hurdle to get over, walk through, and conquer, not giving it power over me.
I didn’t know what would eventually happen, would I get too sick and have to stop, would I even be able to do posture after posture, I was walking into the unknown.
As I continued forward, the nausea eventually went away, now I would not have known that had I stopped or had not even started.
I don’t know what the nausea was for, where it came and where it was headed, was it something bad I ate, all I know is that we honored each other and continued on doing what it was we both felt we had to do.
My body is expressing its self.