Recently
I read several books with characters that are so in touch with their bodies,
are so Zen, have Kung Fu so bad ass that their bodies reject poison. The
first was the title character in an Immortal Iron First comic book, then later
that same day in an audiobook of a Remo Williams, the Destroyer book (Chinese
Puzzle, book #3 in the series, which per the authors is much better than their
crappy first two novels and the real start of the series).
The
notion of bodies rejecting poison concerned me, because I take poison every
day. One of the heart medications that my bionic cardiac system needs to
work effectively is based on a rat poison. Given that I need poison to
live, will I ever be pure enough inside that my body would reject poison?
Yes,
it will, as I learned last week.
On
a business trip I stopped at a rest area looking for a drink and a snack.
Walking by a McDonald’s I saw that they now offer Fish McBites, which are just
what they sound like. I still eat fish occasionally, so I went to a
McDonald’s counter for the first time in eight months and said “one snack size
McBites and a small french fry, please.”
Half
an hour later down the road I learned that my body does indeed reject poison.
Luckily I was close to my destination and was able to charge through the front door
and dash to the bathroom in the nick of time. No more Fish McBites for
me.
My
Kung Fu is huge.
