Saturday, September 7, 2013

what about retirement?

I found this as a draft - just the title of the post. I must have been depressed when I typed it. I have doubts several times a week that my husband and I will really have a retirement. Not because of the amount of money we have to spend a week to feed me - primary chicken diet. Although that will be a factor. But I cannot travel any where because I cannot eat anything because I have a stupid parasite that makes you intolerant to all forms of carbohydrates. How about a trip to - where ever honey? Really does not matter unless we find a way for me to eat out.

or hey I have a novel idea...what about a cure?

blasto and baking soda

The complications of this invader are endless. Maybe complications is not the right word, but neither is side effect. For example, my teeth have prematurely yellowed. Why? Well my own theory, and this is not even something I discussed with any of my doctors for my dentist, is lack of fiber in my diet. I do not drink tea or coffee. I have never smoked. Not even once. But when my diet changed from one with fruits and veggies to one with almost none at all, my teeth started to yellow. And my plaque buildup is also horrible.

But really that was not the point of my venting tonight. I have a highly acidic body. Due to an almost all protein diet. I decided to try some baking soda in water tonight to see if I could get my unrine ph to change. This was not a permit change with one 8oz glass, but a temporary change for a short period of time. If it worked then I would consider a more routine approach. Well I had a stupid trigger. And I was not expecting this at all. I had done this once before and had tolerated it ok.

And I have that anxiety feeling too. I hate hate hate that. If you suffer you might know it all too well. That feeling of doom. You feel like things are not in control. Like you are suddenly wound too tight.

When we lived in our first house and I had all the parasites at once I would have this almost all the time. Nights were particularly bad and I would pace. Not in the house since it was too small, but up and down the street for hours, or so it seemed. And I counted. Almost like an obsessive compulsive behavior. I was trying to feel in control first and second I was trying to do something methodical to calm myself down. It actually worked relatively well.  It is too late for me to go out into our street now. The house is asleep.

One reason I started this blog was so I could have something methodical to do. Typing is very rhythmic and has a similar effect. Plus it tends to be work to keep all the thoughts focused and tires me out so I relax and fall asleep.

Stupid baking soda, and thank goodness for coping mechanism.....whatever we find to use.