It's nice to rejoin the living.
One infection after another since summer and maybe just maybe, my body has righted itself. No pills for a week. I've had more energy today than I've had in a long while.
In fact, I feel sort of awesome.
Part of that is the result of blood tests I had two weeks ago. A nurse who knew what she was doing took three vials of my blood. I'm not an easy draw. Before anyone draws my blood I tell them if they cannot find a decent vein my forearm, they are free to draw out of the backs of my hands, my wrists and my feet. They always look at me in horror. Then they take it on as a challenge. Depending on if they have the knack or not, I get poked once or they poke me in multiple locations and twirl that needle until I scream "Uncle!"
This nurse, she looked at me, closed her eyes, poked out her tongue, and painlessly slipped in that needle on the first try. Then she told me she was out of practice because she'd been on maternity leave.
Anyhow, the blood tests came back showing a whole lot of nothing.
The hormones were playing nicely. My iron levels were fabulous. My thyroid wasn't having a tantrum. My sugars were fine. No possession by evil spirits.
I went home confused with another seven days of an antibiotic.
Then it dawned on me while I was threatening to touch my kids with my dirty blood draw bandaid, chasing them at the speed of a snail, I eat like crap.
Certainly I could eat far worse, and I'm not overweight, but my love affair with great mounds of pasta, alfredo sauce, the cheeses of the world on top of the bacon burgers of the world, and all things cake, probably has to end or at least only be visited a few times a year.
Instead, for the last two weeks, I've tripled the amount of fruits and vegetables I eat, cut down the starches and carbs, and kept track of everything that has gone in my mouth on My Fitness Pal.
I know where your mind went. Snerk.
My mind went straight to my digestion. I'm eliminating like it's an Olympic event.
My body is responding in the most enthusiastic way to all this roughage, the vitamins and the antioxidants. Literally an apple a day.
So, I'm feeling better.
If I'm not talking too soon.
Time for a banana.
Monday, October 21, 2013
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