One of the main reasons for coming to Switzerland (other than Mr. Wild Dingo brings home the bacon and I go where he goes), is my health. I don't chat too much on this blog about it, but suffice it to say, I spent the last four years battling chronic insomnia. I'll spare you the details of the how's and why's except to say that it started with a concussion and no matter how much time I took off, how much homeopathic or medical advice I took and how much yoga I practiced, nothing worked. I would spend weeks on only 1-hour of sleep. It was probably the most frightening time I ever lived through. I saw my once thriving business slowly deteriorate as I struggled with my core-competency: writing. Who knew that an inability to form complete, coherant sentences could be so detrimental to a business in communications?
In the last year and a half of the journey, I succomed to taking the western medicine approach, which admitedly was a short-term miracle. But sticking with that approach, I fell into a numb awareness and my overall health continued to decline. My yoga practice was the first to suffer. Inflamation all over my body, in my joints, muscles and ligaments prevented me from moving in ways I've always been able to move. It was as if I went from 39 to 99 years of age overnight. Once flexible and strong, I was then unable to bend over to feed the dogs. And among other ailments, I suddenly had stuff like plantar fasciitis. For no reason. This should have been the wake up call, but it took so long for me to answer it.
Then one day, Mr. Wild Dingo called me and said, "there's a job opportunity in Switzerland. What do you think?" I thought of green pastures and a ticket out of the rat race we were in. And I began to form my plan. I wouldn't work or try to work. I would do the things I wanted to do or not do anything at all. And I would do, or not do them, them without any medical or homeopathic means to sleep.
If moving out of the country to try to solve a health problem sounds a bit extreme, let me say this: In the past 30 days, I had exactly two days of insomnia. That's a far cry from the height of this where I would average closer to 20 days or more per month of insomnia. And I'm happy to say I don't take a single vitamin, sleep aid or for that matter even sleepy time tea. I sleep heavily, 7-9 hours most nights. Some nights, I sleep so heavily, I don't even wake when Mr. Wild Dingo leaves for work. Sometimes I even nap in the afternoon.
Who needs a doctor when you have dogs? I spend my days pretty much as they do: practicing yoga, walking and playing with the dogs, sometimes cycling (happily without a heart rate monitor) cooking, eating and learning to speak French poorly. I'm slowly regaining my yoga practice and smile everytime I'm able to pike up into headstand again, a pose which alluded me that last numbing year and a half.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this time here in Switzerland. I have no agenda except one: complete awareness. Having an empty calendar in a quiet, beautiful country seems to be just the medicine I needed.
Eat, play, sleep. Such is a dog's life. Such is my life. For now.