I'm on a mission to cure my gallstone condition.
Just like Bust-a-Move I've been rapping away to myself all week.

And if you half know me, you know that I don't do things in half.
I have one month to expell these stones from my system or else I'll place myself under the knife.
The more I read about how you can totally DIY gallstone ejection, the more I realise these docs are hiding a lot from the general public because it won't fill up their pockets.
And this blog will highlight this hopefully.... but the proof will be in the toilet bowl, and I'll be sure to collect and post the evidence.
Stay tuned.

But in the meantime, besides all the dietary extremes I have embarked on, I just thought I'd showcase my external measures, which I think effect my internal measures.

I noticed two weeks ago I became a bit obsessed with yellow. I ran around Bali trying to hunt down the 'right' yellow nailpolish for my pedicure and just had to buy the yellow yoga matt even though I already have two (but they are ghastly blue!)

The colour yellow relates to the solar plexus chakra and that chakra governs digestion. So low and behold I am trying to feed this lazy chakra with yellow. Subconsciously and now consciously and with usual nattyness.

These are the two stones that I plucked from my little bag of stones. I charged them in salt water under the golden sun and gave each of them a job. Little Citrine stone is to support my gallstone softening and removal. The yellow jasper's role is to help with my digestion.

Chamomile tea is to be drunk 3 times a day. It soothes my anger which is important to help the bile situation.

I am eating many yellow things, like this dhal that's soaking. I'm doing lemons, bananas, sweet potato, peaches and mangoes.

I put on a copper bronze ring I had. I don't normally wear gold. But I only need to look at it, to relate the intention to my digestion and I feel better.

I like to wear my yellow underwear. But that requires daily washing!

Fortunately my hair was already blonde...

[current mood] Paul Kelly and fantasies about Paul Kelly

ps This post had many draft titles including

Gallstones Be Gone
Die Gallstones Die!
With Yellow I do thee kill
Eat my Sunny Disposition Stone B-i-atches
Blinded by the Sun-light
Hello Mellow Yellow

I had one of those super productive Saturdays.

I got my toenails painted fluro pink and did fruit shopping.

I bought two books needed for artistic excellence.

I photographed a baby for friends with much hilarity.

I started my long overdue scarf for the Warm Women project. It's a scarf going to women in camps up near the Burma border who get cold around this time and who make scarves for people like me! So I enjoyed knitting by the pool in my bikini.

I went to a community garden to take photographs for a website. And I was absolutely delighted with the way they came together! Here are more...

And rather strangely on Sunday, I was hit with a delayed Bali Belly horror story, which I managed with because I was able to still sit in the sun admiring my toes, reading my new books and knitting... and feeling okay that I wasn't able to do anything else.
If it hadn't been for Saturday's great effort.... I'd have felt a whole lot worse.

Yay for my past self being wise for my future self.

[current mood] Water & Unusual choices of songs stuck in my head.

For the second time I had to grab Christoph's arm and tell him he was driving on the wrong side of the road. I mean, I try to relax when someone else is in control of my vehicle. I really am aware of the influence of my parent's control freakishness and do not want to take ANY of it on. But sometimes, just sometimes you gotta check the gear is in fifth and that he is driving on the correct side as we turn a blind corner.

So I'm sitting in passanger seat, coffee all over the floor and on the weird 'donny darko bunyip skull' bone we picked up from a property we trespassed on. Jeurgen was sent flying backwards after putting his leg on electrical fencing so we all did crazy mcguiver maneouvers after that using branches to lift wire and crawling on our belly past mentally mooing cows signalling our arrival... and all so the germans could get to the top of a hill and eat a muesli bar. Slippery lichen patches and spikey bushes did make an enjoyable bushbash!
But I felt great that we made it back before the sun set, and we found a little curved driveway near by to camp in. Thrilling, gorgeous and free.
It pays to let go of security, camp kitchens, hot food and toilets. You get more adventure for your buck.
Plus you get to dream of waking up to discover you are really in a water adventure world and are sleeping in the entry!

Nothing like a bit of paranoia to give you creative new dreams!

So travelling to Melbourne with two German blokes and a bunch of organic beetroot, a juicer and Oscar the sheep loving dog is not your usual homegrown adventure. But it would be my style. I'm travelling with a 16mm gallstone which I refuse to have excavated along with my lovely organ. I want to give it a chance to dissolve. So far advice has been anythiing but consistent. All I know is to avoid fat in most forms, to take my homeopathic treatments (and have faith in them!), to drink organic freshly juiced beets twice a day and to chillax baby!!

The lady at the last road house was an absolute trollop about juicing my beets. I mean, she's like a sweet lookin lady on the outside, one of those long grey plaits tied into a bun, but on the inside, just charcoal. Bugger! Even with my sick plea: "I have a big gallstone wedged in a duct, and can provide beets and the juicer, all you need to do it juice! please!"

I insisted on paying but she wouldn't have it, she told me I was just lucky she wasn't busy...
Hmm, oops, I thought it would be a novelty.. but no. And after all her scowling, she even forced me to let her wash the juicer against my will saying it was "HER kitchen" and for me to "DO AS I'M TOLD, GIRLY!" I mean, is that any way to speak to a sick girl???

I do wish she'd just taken the money. How much would it have cost to get her to just shut up, juice and smile!?

Real busy day in Boxwood Hill

We are almost in Esperance and about to meet another random backpacker for a convoy. I'm excited! i am surprised I am so excited. When I left I didn't feel like leaving. I didn't know why I was going. And now I remember.
Freedom, possibilities, living in response to each day, no to-dos, no home-responsibilites, instead I think I am maybe not coming back. I'm going to pick cherries, make silver rings, work in organic cafes, sit under trees and read, meet the people that make fermented walnuts, run along beaches, fall in love, have my heart broken again, break more hearts, eat from the earth and hopefully dissolve this gallstone in the process.

Stay tuned for what happens on the road....

[current mood] Anything I can't eat & The Beatles