Transplanted Life
Monday, July 21, 2003
Yep, Michelle was definitely a vegetarian. That burger I had for lunch is just not sitting well. I guess the best thing to do is take it slow, maybe just eating meat once a day and having salad for lunch for now. (You here me, Michelle? I'm going to keep putting meat into your body, and the only way you can stop me is to switch us back!)

Anyway, it made me consider how much we're really ignorant of how our bodies work. They send all sorts of weird signals, and then when something gets messed up, we have to consult with people who've had massive amounts of education in order to understand it (and many of them are highly specialized). And then, each individual body is different. The upshot is, I put another call into my cell phone, even though I don't expect Michelle to answer it, warning her that I'm allergic to aspirin. There's an angry, vindictive part of me that wants her to find out the same way I did, but I still expect my body back someday, and would rather no damage were done to it.

And that's not even counting grooming. Folks at the office were looking at me - well, Michelle - askance, I guess because she usually wears make-up or something. I don't know if I'll be trying that, but it's time to see if she's got an electric razor for her legs or something. This is starting to get itchy.
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