Silver Bullets And OTC Drugs

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The only difference in my diet presently are these magnesium pills I'm taking, but the swelling in my hands has gone down considerably, and I'm feeling better in general physically this morning. I hope the magnesium is the magic pill, the silver bullet.

One of the symptoms of a lack of magnesium in one's diet is that the calcium intake isn't distributed quite right and you get calcium deposits around the bone joints instead of the calcium being employed in strengthening the bone joint itself. I think I've read that this is the cause of gout. The description fits with what the diagnosis that included the rheumatoid arthritis. The article stated that if you imbibe the needed magnesium it will desolve those calcium deposits.

If the magnesium works to desolve those deposits that will be just great, but it will, at least I read, stop the leg cramps I get at night. I get plenty of those. I figure it's just part of the aging process, but I've also heard that magnesium can help with cramps.

It would be very convenient if I could learn to control some of the symptoms of this rheumatoid arthritis with the diet I follow. Its been over a month since I've eaten any meat except for four rather large curried shrimp at my older sister's house at Christmas. I don't think not eating meat has helped that much except in how the food I have eaten was digested easier.

Following the raw food diet has helped with the constipation I was experiencing by eliminating it completely. From what I've read there is a considerable amount of magnesium in the fresh wheatgrass juice I've been consuming, along with other trace elements that get wiped out by cooking. The wheatgrass pundits suggests that merely adding the wheatgrass juice to one's diet without changing it any other way helps a lot.

The one thing about this diet that has really stuck in my mind since I first read about it, is how much of what's good for a person in the food they eat is destroyed upon cooking it. Just reading about this has made me think about how much of what I have eaten, in the past, has been cooked and pasteurized long before it got to the grocery store, much less before I bought it, brought it home, cooked it some more, and futilely stuff it this inert crap into my really sad stomach.

It's doing all that work to digest stuff that doesn't help the rest of my body thrive. I just made up those words to have something to write about this. I don't technically know what goes on. I really hate the idea of my body separating my stomach out to blame for it not getting the nutrients it really needs to take care of the business of living without having to go out of it's way to make it happen.

I spent more time in the greenhouse yesterday. I hadn't seen evidence of my sister-in-law having been there for the last couple of days. I decided to walk over to her house and see what was going on. Sure enough, she wasn't feeling well.

I called out when I approached her house to see if she was home. The car she usually drives wasn't there, but the pickup my brother drives was, so I thought I'd visit with him a bit if he was home, but it was her that came to the door and warned me to stay back because she had the flu.

We talked with her inside the house and me out on the stoop. Poor baby, she sounded terrible. We discussed what I needed to do at the green house to keep our wheatgrass project going. She had some seed germinating I needed to spread out in trays and water everything good.

It's not a problem growing wheatgrass if you already have a green house. She's got enough started in trays to keep us both supplied with all the wheatgrass juice we both need. I started four more trays, and fetched her a couple of trays of new grass for her to her house to doctor herself with. They're planning to leave the country at the end of the month to visit India. I hope she gets mo' bettah before then.

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