No Rest, No Relaxation: My Week at a Sleep Clinic
“Dress for rehab,” my colleague Elise told me when she heard I was about to leave for six days at the clinic Mayrlife in Austria. I didn’t know if I should be offended that I knew the kind of sweatpants-forward look she was referring to, even though I have never been to rehab. I was viewing my week closer to a week in rehab than, say, a spa vacation. I have been to many spas from Türkiye to Tucson and am familiar with the water aerobics and climbing gyms and hot-stone massages, and fruit breakfasts, and especially the enforced collective bonding through deprivation and physical effort, and sharing our feelings. So many feelings. Mayrlife prided itself in offering none of that. Mayrlife, which is in central Austria, about 90 minutes from Salzburg, calls itself a health resort promising “an enhanced outlook on life.” They specialize in the ominous sounding The Mayr Cure, which is an elaborate detox much of which is centered around gut health and the microbiome; medical treatments both esoteric and commonplace; and …
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