They're on my mind right now.
I spent most of last week visiting my mom in the hospital, as a consequence of which I now have bronchitis. My doc thinks it's viral, but you will never convince me I got that virus anywhere but wing 5E, picking up kleenex off the floor with my (gloved!) hands
Hospitals are disgusting in a really subtle way - it's not the bio hazard disposal units or occationally encountering a person engaging with bodily fluids in a way we usually keep private. It's not even blood - all that's just life stuff in a more concentrated form. I think it's a sort of creeping awareness of the pervasiveness of infection that gives you unconscious heebie jeebies. Did you know you can get a staph infection at the gym? But running around with anti microbial wipes is not the answer.
For the first time in my life I used the antibacterial soap and gel. And I do not hold with that nonsense at home. In a hospital, yes, that is an optimal place to keep bacteria in check. But at home, nah. Get the artisanal goat milk soap, your skin will thank you and it won't make your nose itch. Or the African black soap, I am way into that right now.
I mean, we all know that overuse of antibiotics is not doing us any favors (we know this right?).
The world seems to be having this conversation this week. If you can call the New York Times the world, which obviously, is not true, and also grandiose.
I'm interested in this idea of cultivating the second genome though - in basic terms that's what I'm doing by eating live culture yogurt or taking probiotics, so now I'm wondering if it's possible to do it in a conscious and targeted way. As one of those recent autoimmune diagnosees Pollan refers to, this is relevent to my interests. (That's a NYTimes link, sorry, but it's an interesting (long) article if you haven't used up your free reads this month. Also the cover pic is adorable, if you like kids and animals and cuteness).
Seed me with your beneficial microbes, baby. That's true love.