The internet cracks me up.
The other day, I found a can of coconut water at one of my favorite grocery stores, and so I brought it home. It’s light, barely sweet, so refreshing when cold. When I poured a bit over the fruit, everything seemed to come together more completely. It’s not necessary, by any means, but you might like to try it too.
The next morning, when I woke up, I found an email from someone at O.N.E., saying she had read that little description and was delighted I liked coconut water. Would I like a case of theirs to try?
Now, I have to say, the alacrity with which this happened made me laugh. And I’m a little skeptical about free stuff. But the email was personal, and we were heading into the heat of summer. Sure, why not?
I had no idea how handy this coconut water would become.
Before the Chef and I went to the hospital to meet Little Bean, we packed a cooler full of food and drinks. I had been told we wouldn’t be able to find gluten-free food from the hospital dining service. (This was erroneous information. They had a gluten-free menu.) So we planned ahead. On the hottest days of the summer, I had drunk a couple of the coconut waters. Everything felt refreshed in me. So we packed the last of the case in the cooler.
After my surgery, I heaved with nausea at times. The iv drip hurt my hand. I felt woozy and in pain. As soon as I remembered the electrolytes in the coconut water, I asked for one. Ten minutes later, I felt clear again.
And in the succeeding days, when everything felt woozy and in pain, while we stayed with our daughter in the ICU, I drank the remaining coconut waters, trying to be well.
I won’t say these healed me. They just felt cold and good against my lips. There wasn’t much pleasure to those days. Drinking these was one of the few sensory moments that remains untouched with fear.
They may have sent me a free case, but I’m buying more for myself.