Mud Bath
California
February 2017
I've had a mud bath before and thought that one time would be enough for a life time. But the opportunity came up again and I thought I would try it again. And now I think I have had enough mud baths for a life time.
Maybe it was 35 years ago that I had this bath. I do know that I was much more agile than I am now. And it was a struggle being in that tub years ago. I wonder why I didn't remember that as I started this bath.
After a quick shower, I was instructed to slide in to the tub that was filled with hot mud. I stuck my foot in first and then shimmied my way in until I was submerged up to my shoulders. I don't remember the mud having the consistency or odor of manure. But it did today and I had to really concentrate on straying away from this ugly thought.
I lingered in the mud for thirty minutes and then it got too hot for me. So I attempted to hoist myself self up. It was really a struggle to get out from under all of this mud. I was stuck. I didn't have the strength to pull myself up from all of this resistance. I indicated to the woman in charge and hoped that she would offer to help or maybe get a crane to pull me out. But she offered neither solution.
"Just keep trying. Move your whole body to the front and pull up." I felt like saying, "What the hell do you think I'm trying to do in this shit hole?" But I didn't because I still needed her more than she needed me. So I kept trying and finally, finally, I was able to pull my legs out and let them dangle over the sides. It was a welcomed relief. And then I was am to sit up on the side and get out of this shit hole. And then I went home in my journal and wrote "Finished. Never again."
California
February 2017
I've had a mud bath before and thought that one time would be enough for a life time. But the opportunity came up again and I thought I would try it again. And now I think I have had enough mud baths for a life time.
Maybe it was 35 years ago that I had this bath. I do know that I was much more agile than I am now. And it was a struggle being in that tub years ago. I wonder why I didn't remember that as I started this bath.
After a quick shower, I was instructed to slide in to the tub that was filled with hot mud. I stuck my foot in first and then shimmied my way in until I was submerged up to my shoulders. I don't remember the mud having the consistency or odor of manure. But it did today and I had to really concentrate on straying away from this ugly thought.
I lingered in the mud for thirty minutes and then it got too hot for me. So I attempted to hoist myself self up. It was really a struggle to get out from under all of this mud. I was stuck. I didn't have the strength to pull myself up from all of this resistance. I indicated to the woman in charge and hoped that she would offer to help or maybe get a crane to pull me out. But she offered neither solution.
"Just keep trying. Move your whole body to the front and pull up." I felt like saying, "What the hell do you think I'm trying to do in this shit hole?" But I didn't because I still needed her more than she needed me. So I kept trying and finally, finally, I was able to pull my legs out and let them dangle over the sides. It was a welcomed relief. And then I was am to sit up on the side and get out of this shit hole. And then I went home in my journal and wrote "Finished. Never again."
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