For nearly nine months we shared living space – he made me sick (literally), rammed his head into my bladder, shoved his body into my stomach space, and threw wild dance parties at all hours of the night. And now he’s gone, home where he belongs. And I have this body back to myself. And it sure has bounced back a lot sooner than I’d anticipated or experienced previously. But, then, as it turns out, when one isn’t trying to take care of oneself, getting the necessary  ...