The Flog – The Fabry Log

You knew there had to be some good news coming, and today feels like we turned a corner. The cactus are singing in Arizona tonight because we have Internet access again. Not only that, but the phone company installed a phone. Not only that, but the phone company says they installed an ISDN line at the house where we're renting. Never mind that I can't find it, they say it's here, so I guess it is.

It was warm today, in the upper 80s. Hm. 88 in February. What will it be like in July? I can't go there yet. But the evening was nice and cool and peaceful. Oh, and the trash guys came by and took all the trash we put by the side of the road. Andrea said they even waved, which is a far cry from the fellow who yelled at me in Tucson a couple of weeks ago because I didn't have the lids off and the bins spaced 3 feet apart. I don't know how I was supposed to know that, but evidently I made this man's day really bad by him having to get off the truck and yell at me.

The trash guys in Colorado never yelled at me.

So here we are, a little house in the desert, coyotes running around, the kids riding a couple of scooters and a "green machine" given to us by neighbors. They say home is where the heart is. My heart is with my wife and kids so home is Arizona.

As I write this, I am in a 7X7 closet in the back bedroom, the fluorescent light cascading down, three sons sleeping in three separate tents in our bedroom. It is beginning to get quiet now, people winding down from a day of activity and meds and nebulizing. That's what I'm doing as I write. You put a mix of medicine and water in this white thing that looks like an overblown peace pipe, plug it into the socket and start breathing through your mouth and out your nose. It's not easy because the smoke makes you cough until you get used to it. This is supposed to do something good for me. Same for the fish oil. And the Mucinex. And the charcoal tablets. And the clay drink. Honestly, we're drinking dirt and taking some other mix I can't begin to spell. And bathing with black soap. And shampooing with medicine. And eating sprouts of things.

I just had to pour out the red stuff into the cap and do some more nebulizing. I think people get arrested for this, I really do.

Why are we doing this? What's the point? I think the answer is survival. We were exposed to some really bad stuff. The kids were all sick and every doctor told us something different until my wife, who is a treasure, pieced it together. Now they're getting better and seeing improvement, though it's often two steps forward and one step on a cactus, and a drive to the emergency room, and one more step forward. The health insurance still doesn't cover any of this. The homeowners insurance doesn't cover any of our house problem.

But God knows. And I think he's led us to the desert for a reason. And not just to get us healthy again physically. I think there's something even bigger than that going on.

I know that because I read it on the Internet.