Natural Cures for Constipation and Diarrhea. (Don't Try These at Home!)

It was 1981 and my wife and I were living at amyself sliding around on my little bamboo mat
monastery in the remote jungles of Northeastthat served as my bed on the hardwood floor!
Thailand practicing as a Buddhist monk and nun . . ."This is strange," I thought, "what could I be sliding
and Janet was having problems stomaching thein?" I felt around, and it was as if my mat was
coarse food.covered with mayonnaise! I lit my lantern to see
With only one meal in the morning and no furtherwhat the heck was so slippery, and immediately
food permitted the rest of the day, she couldn'twished I hadn't. The green, slimy, horrible mess
get enough to eat. I stayed away from thecovered the entire floor of my little hut, my mat,
grasshoppers, raw fish, and insect eggs myself,and me! I was covered in poop. The dysentery
but loved the rice and bananas - I could easilycame on like a thief in the night and didn't even
have survived on sticky rice and bananas! Butwake me up.
Janet couldn't, or at least she didn't think that sheThe forest was pitch-black that time of night
could, and her situation only worsened.when all kinds of things crawl around, and with no
It became critical when she hadn't had a bowelconvenient change of clothes (a monk is only
movement for three months - hard to believe butallowed a waistcloth antaravasaka, an upper robe
true - and she actually wondered why she wasn'tuttarsanga, and outer robe sanghati), and no
dead, or where the little bit that she did eat wasbathroom to clean up in, I made my way to an
going!outhouse a quarter mile away, where I spent
Becoming desperate, she finally scrunched upanother hour or so squatting away in the
enough courage to speak with the abbot, whoblackness. When I was finally cleaned out for the
was known to be harsh with whomever hemoment, I took some detergent, that was
considered to be a crybaby! The abbotalways available in the outhouses to clean up with,
patronizingly summoned another monk (twoand made my way another quarter mile to the
monks must be present when speaking to awell, where I cleaned my robes as best I could.
woman), and impatiently listened to Janet's sadI smelled to high heaven the next morning,
story.wearing the wet robes on alms round, but the
"Three months without shitting!" He exclaimed.Thai villagers understood these things, and I even
"Please, I have gone six months without shitting.received more than usual in my bowl that day!
Go drink your urine. End of discussion."But the diarrhea didn't go away. Two weeks later,
Janet was not a happy camper. Not only was sheI was still afraid to fall asleep and this nightly
starving and beginning to look like a skeleton, butnightmare began taking its toll. I became weaker
she might have to drink her pee too!and weaker, and frankly tired of living in the
As one could imagine, she tried everything - allouthouse, so I finally broke down and reluctantly
kinds of remedies first, but to no avail. Then,went to my intolerant-to-those-who-are-sick
reluctantly, out of desperation, she finally did as heabbot for help - and he surprised me! He asked a
suggested; she closed her nose and eyes and . . .villager to fetch some honey and bananas, and
down the hatch!then instructed me to eat only honey and
Surprise! It wasn't as bad as she imagined . . . abananas exclusively for a week.
little salty perhaps, and within a few days, lo andIt was great the first day, but boy can you get
behold . . . success. And she soon learned not onlysick of honey and bananas quickly, and who in
that eating only bananas and sticky rice will bindtheir right mind would believe that honey and
you up tighter than a drum, but that the bitterbananas could cure dysentery? I certainly didn't.
leafy vegetables had better be eaten as well toBut within a week, the honey and bananas, or
make you go, like them or not. But this episodesomething, did of course cure the dysentery, and
was only a prelude of what was to come for myI wouldn't have been disappointed to never see a
training partner.banana or honey again, or an outhouse!
While my best-friend-ever was having constipation(The above is an excerpt from "The Vow,
problems, my tribulations were, as usual, on theSecrets of a Buddhist Monk and Nun - In Search
opposite end of the scale. Late one night, in theof the Seven Freedoms" a memoir that Janet and
middle of the jungle in my little hut, I awoke fromI are presently working on.
a dream - that I was sled riding - only to find